Even though it hurts like hell. Even though itβs wildly inconvenient. Even though you feel stupid or embarrassed for feeling it. Even though youβve psychoanalyzed yourself to death and traced the issue all the way back to your childhood mistreatment. The only way out is through here.
And we criticize people. Strange somehow. try to do it the other way round. What an ugly tree (sounds ridiculous)! What a beautiful soul.
You will end appreciating people and nature.
By Angelos Merges. Itβs technically beautifully painted and slightly uncanny. The last remaining human beings gather after a apocalypse to discuss the questio: what should we do now?
