My heart has grown softer

I didn't always know what to do, but I gave my absolute best. I was a man. A dead man, trying to save the dying.

I didn't know what to wish for, except to stay focused, not to be pulled away from my purpose.

I didn't understand everything the first time. But I learned. And the next time, I chose the safest way to do it. Even when I didn't know what to do, I made sure not to cause harm. When I finally knew what to do, I felt joy.

And when I knew what to say, I felt confidence.

My story of survival is not only about me, it is about the suffering of others. I have survived so well that I can now help others survive too.

Life has taught me to care deeply about people, and not to waste myself on meaningless things.

I believe I have lived a life that will let me stand at the end feeling at peace with myself, and respected by my people.

My pain has numbed me, but it has not stopped me from trying. My heart is numb. It breaks often. Yet it still feels softness. It still recognizes blessings.

My imagination is exhausted. My mind is tired, even of living. But I am still trying, and I am doing well at trying.

My sorrow may never end. But I believe my understanding of life, in time, will become something beautiful.

Pity the one who lives without purpose.

Pity the one who forgets his humanity, and the humanity of others

The emergency and the genocide have made me tougher, more serious, and more aware of my responsibilities

My mind has learned to always think of others.

And my heart has grown softer.

You're precious