“be a witness to your pain
be witness to your thoughts.
acknowledge it, and keep going.”
oh, if only it were that easy.
My recent realization that my metaphor of Spring is actually flawed plus the idea that more of the same will get you more of what you already have is little more than my soul can bare.
Springtime is about newness. The flower outside my window makes me think things are all brand new, but actually it’s identical to the flower growing on that stem 1 year ago. This is fine if you are a flower. This is NOT fine if you are a weed.