To love. 
To be loved. 
To never forget your own insignificance. 
To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you. 
To seek joy in the saddest places. 
To pursue beauty to its lair. 
To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. 
To respect strength, never power. 
Above all, to watch. 
To try and understand. 
To never look away. 
And never, never, to forget another world is not only possible, she is on her way. 
On a quiet day, I can hear her breathing.

~ Arundhati Roy

Alaskan Meadow – photo by Andrushko Galyna, bigstockphoto.com