We all are capable of LOVE . It’s in our marrow. And we’re capable of HATE too.
It all depends on which one we decide to feed. Even those we know to be broken and cold have one flint that warms their hearts. And sometimes we are the murderers that make them monsters -killing their only hope of belonging, with our unconcern to show them the light that glows inside them.
Some people are less fortunate to steer their own ship. But it’s the people they lean on that decide whether they’ll make it to the shore.