We can hurry ourselves around it. We can pretend it isn’t real. But when the world comes a calling, because there are debts long been unpaid, we will find our reckoning greets us with no uncertainty. That the very things we’ve been avoiding are the ones we should have learned. We can claim some form of ignorance— a collective fugue, absent memory. We may say we tried (a little bit). Or said it once at dinner. But until we’ve fully faced it— until we’ve said that it is so— we sit in stagnant water wondering why the scenery remains unchanged. Why this boat meant for the promised land— some freedom far away— stays exactly where we started. No shores on the horizon despite our time at sea. Because half truths take us nowhere we actually want to go. They only leave us sitting with all our baggage still in tow.
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yes - I have felt exactly this before. thanks for sharing ♥️