Life. Life is on my mind.

How precious, and brave, and terrible it is. How thrilling, and how mundane. How fragile.

All lives matter.

Regardless of your family history.
Regardless of your age.
Regardless of your skin’s tint.
Regardless of your theological standpoint.
Regardless of your opinion of yourself.
Regardless of your occupation.
Regardless of your uniform.
Regardless of your triumphs.
Regardless of your mistakes.
Regardless of your ridiculous choices that weren’t mistakes at all.
Regardless of your poverty.
Regardless of your wealth.
Regardless of your weight.
Regardless of your clothes.
Regardless of your lifestyle.
Regardless of your talents.
Regardless of your education.
Regardless of your intelligence.
Regardless of your immigration status.
Regardless of your health.
Regardless of your mobility.
Regardless of your contributions to society.
Regardless of your ability to communicate.
Regardless of your level of responsibility.
Regardless of your gender.
Regardless of your preferences.
Regardless of your prejudice.
Regardless of your love.
Regardless of your hate.

Your life is precious, and worth protecting. All lives matter.

Life is not a hashtag.