It’s too easy to sneer when people try.

Too easy to be the cynic and smile, “I told you so”, when first they fail.

Too easy to dig another in the ribs, pulling them in on the sneer, as the one trying to change things is getting back on their feet.

Too easy to dismiss the tryer, when success appears as if by magic.

Love refuses such disdain.

Love says “go for it, I won’t put my own fears on your shoulders”.

It seems to me this world is full of people who choose to sneer first and love second.