It’s the kind of fortitude and okayness that come only from soaking up the outpouring from a ripped open heart.
Therapeutic tunnels promising greener grass succeed when they dump us back on the brown patch where we began.
As, by aging, wisdom besets me absent volition, a realization unfolds from within… some interpersonal relationships perhaps born of transaction or convenience evolve to survive…
We don’t need guidance. We need liberty—to unfold the goodness of who we are.
Wish to be more You, and as you discover that you already are You, disappointment with unachieved goals lightens.
Suffering evokes compassion from you for others. Why not you?