20241118 - 12:00
Everything has changed and nothing will ever be the same again. And yet nothing is different. To make something out of nothing - words on paper, grasping at meaning, at newfound.. nakedness. To learn how to live again. It’s just this, and I am here for it. It always was, always is. I just didn’t realize. Now the question keeps arising. “So what do I do with this?” Yet there’s nothing to be done. Same as always. I continue on. Habitually I keep looking, searching, out there. Only now I see it. And restraining those actions leaves so much space. Space that feels… terrifying. Truly, there’s no ground to stand on. And yet the journey has just begun.