Humans evolved an endo-skeleton. Physically, and essentially…
Sometimes, some part of me craves solitude. Othertimes, connection. Sometimes those sometimes don’t align in time. Holidays can be misaligned; expectations and disappointments in the same cauldron… A witch’s brew or warlock’s cocktail of awareness…
If we “stop” at the stage of excising toxic people from our lives, won’t we again be a hardened mixture that’s “stuck”?
Despite how desperately you wish to embody some ideal, you can’t. Logically, ideals cannot be fully embodied by ANYbody.
We are not mere thinking machines; we are feelers as well.
From a high wall, you look down on others broken. Whence fell they?
We don’t need guidance. We need liberty—to unfold the goodness of who we are.