At 27, I’m finally learning… it’s never been about right or wrong.
I’ll meet you where the stars kiss the end of time.
Humans are like this tree and this tree is like life. Look to the branches. What do you see when you trace them? …Full of bumps and ugly twists, spots of beauty if that’s how you define it, dark holes and light bark, unpredictable twisty messiness, unfurling out into our own expansion when we simply follow the light and feel our roots. May we remember that we don’t have to be anything else, standing without apology like this tree.
You saw it within me. Even admired it I think. But you didn’t how to hold it… and I didn’t know how to ask you to.