In the eyes, our souls are revealed. We live in a world deprived of connection and deep affection. To be human is to crave acceptance of our radical beings. We want to be seen, understood, and heard. Yet, we are the only ones who can satisfy our most personal desires. We consistently let one another down by shelling off our hearts in titanium and tungsten. Who will be there to love us when we are all alone? Someone has to be the person to reach their hand out first. Will you be that person?
