Some days you will find the words lacking. You were raised in a world that pushes harder to test strength through breaking whatever they’re testing. Then, they mark the step just below that threshold as maximum. So when they’ve measured you, buckling under the weight of a thousand expectations and norms that make no (life-giving) sense, they expect you to live a lifetime with your back bowed, submitted to this exhaustion.
I want you to feed your soul if only as a way to notice the toll─if only to acknowledge that, like a machine, you need a good charge, a top-up every couple trips.
If you need to consume something to keep your flame burning, find it and eat it. Maybe this can hold you over until the season when you want something bigger, compact, and complex, to make a blaze for sharing stories, dancing, singing, enchanting, and making space for wisdom in every direction of time.
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