Now Go Out There

See, the opposite of love isn’t hate. It isn’t even indifference. It’s fear—often fear of the very pain and suffering which we all know are inevitable.

When I was young and troubled, I thought feeling better would only happen when I found enough people to love me. But it turns out finding people to love and do for is way more healing.

And stuff that first looked like the worst, most degrading thing that could ever happen almost always led me to something extraordinary and fine.

My point being, almost every time I was super-afraid, it was of the wrong thing.