It’s as easy as we choose to make it, he murmured, pressing his forehead to mine. at least, this decision is. nothing’s truly easy, georgina. love and life . . . they’re wonderful, but they’re hard. we may mess up again. we have to be strong and decide if we can still go forward, even when things aren’t perfect.
If we were all given by magic the power to read each others thoughts, i suppose the first effect would be almost all friendships would be dissolved; the second effect, however, might be excellent, for a world without any friends would be felt to be intolerable, and we should learn to like each other without needing a veil of illusion to conceal from ourselves that we did not think each other absolutely perfect.
Everyone has failed, everyone has misspoken, everyone has meant well but done the wrong thing. your favorite restaurants, cafes and books have all gotten a one-star review along the way. no brand is perfect, no individual can pretend to be either. perfect can't possibly be the goal, we're left with generous, important and human instead.