I In My Own Words
I've lived like a semi recluse for years. The pain of life had me withdraw from the world and society, as much as possible.
I was world weary. I wanted to hit a pause button and stop time, just to give me a break, but that's a luxury bestowed on no one. So I've been trying to keep myself back from what is "out there" because I didn't like "out there." Somehow "out there" crept into my hermitage anyway, and maybe crept is not the right word, perhaps "punched" with a right hook is more like it.
In recent days, it has come to me that "out there" won't leave you alone in peace, so you just have to go out and face it(how many times, I've lost count) again and again.
I need to make my world larger. No idea where to start, or how I do that when resistance within is so strong, but I'll have to put the thinking cap on, start small and face the f**king BS, wonderful, cr*ppy, beautiful 🌎 I live in because my own world has started to feel too small.
Growth: no matter how old you are, if you don't grow, you wither and die.
I was world weary. I wanted to hit a pause button and stop time, just to give me a break, but that's a luxury bestowed on no one. So I've been trying to keep myself back from what is "out there" because I didn't like "out there." Somehow "out there" crept into my hermitage anyway, and maybe crept is not the right word, perhaps "punched" with a right hook is more like it.
In recent days, it has come to me that "out there" won't leave you alone in peace, so you just have to go out and face it(how many times, I've lost count) again and again.
I need to make my world larger. No idea where to start, or how I do that when resistance within is so strong, but I'll have to put the thinking cap on, start small and face the f**king BS, wonderful, cr*ppy, beautiful 🌎 I live in because my own world has started to feel too small.
Growth: no matter how old you are, if you don't grow, you wither and die.
