Endurance

The finest thing under the sun and moon is the human soul. I marvel at the small miracles of kindness that pass between humans, like the tired teenager straight from school who doesn't know anything about life yet but gets up to let the little old lady take his seat. I marvel at the growth of conscience; of the guilt humans feel and their attempts to correct the consequences. I marvel at the persistance of reason in the face of all fear or despair. I marvel at the strength of the woman coming out of the broken relationship or the parent that has to bury their child; the progress one makes in order to pick up and reconstruct the pieces of their lives. I marvel at human endurance.