If there is anything to worship, to cling onto — it must be consideration. Someone who looks at you for who you are and loves it — but does not let your mistakes and transgressions go unremarked. To at once recognize another’s fragile humanity while working actively to make them better — and getting the same in return — could we ask for more? Going to pick up breakfast in the mornings, ironing a shirt when the other doesn’t like to do it, drying the dishes while the other washes, filling in the empty space in each other with what little we can provide. Perhaps that’s all we want is this consideration, this taking a moment out of our constant, overwhelming ego to realize that the other person needs help, too. It’s so incredibly unglamorous and often thankless, but there seems to be nothing of more concrete value.

Because we’re all just little slices of Swiss cheese, covered with holes and imperfections, hoping someone will take the time to fill us in.