April 2nd, 2021
Don’t listen to me.
I mean it.
I’m constantly scrolling and tumbling through a world that doesn’t trust anything that anybody tells them for any reason whatsoever, contradicted by those same people announcing that they have the truth, that they are awake, that they have done their research, that they have this whole thing under control, they really, really do.
I just want to be the person who tells you that I am completely full of shit and I am making it up as I go along.
Please, do not listen to me.
Unless.
Unless what I say makes sense to you. Unless what I say resonates with you in a way that makes you feel okay, even it’s temporary. Unless what I say makes you think about something in a different way. Unless what I say inspires you to be more compassionate, or empathetic, or inclusive. Unless what I say lets you feel a connection to your grief or your pain or the dark places that exist in us but we tend to not talk about.
But, for real, if it isn’t any of that, then please disregard the words I think and write and speak.
Because, like you, I’m just making them up.
Because, like literally every human that has ever existed, I’m just making them up.
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