I want my daughter to shudder when I talk about the time I grew up in. I want my son to say “Was it really as bad as that?” when I speak about injustice. I want my child to curl up in my lap and whisper, “But people didn’t know better back then, right mommy?”
Because I want to say, “No, they didn’t, did they? Things are much better now, don’t worry.”
But I’m terrified that if we keep picking our teeth with the bones of our neighbors, there won’t even be a future.
Sometimes you gotta accept the fact that certain things will never go back to how they used to be.
i just want perfect skin and hair and teeth and body proportions and endless supplies of money and beauty and intelligence. is that too much to ask for?