How often have I felt the need to be held?
How often do you recognize in someone else that they also have the need to be held, and the need to be recognized as a person, a living person who feels the need to be held?

Maybe try thinking about that next time you’re on the bus, or in the supermarket, or walking past someone that it would be so easy to think negatively of. Maybe just try.

Some days it is so hard to not let my heart be broken by the degradation of humanity that exists in almost every corner of this city. Some days I fail utterly. And some days I can remember that everyone I come across feels the need to be held, that everyone I come across, most simply, just wants to be recognized as a person.