There are 137,324,678,345,932,289 things in the universe you cannot control, and only one that you can. Which, of course, is yourself.
People do change, slowly, when they want to. But for the most part, they wash up on our shores just as God or fate or the Spaghetti Monster made them. If we love someone, and know that in their heart they are good, the more we can find the grace to forgive and accept the less-than-ideal things, the better.
But at the same time, we all have to do work to make ourselves more acceptable. I know what the mean and small and ugly parts of myself look like. I wish I could wave a wand and change them through no effort, but I can’t. What I can do is to work, in small ways, to do better.
And now, since this was a pretty heavy entry, here is a red panda GIF.