All the many stories I tell myself throughout the day. Stories I write, read and write again. It's amazing how much of our lives can be frittered away in a fantasy land completely built of stories.
The moments when the stories fall away is truly the only moment where I find peace. It's this moment. The stories melt away and I'm left with the present. My feet on the ground, my eyes newly opened, an awareness that is so rare yet feels so right.
Then stories about this moment arises or a questioning of it's rightness, a doubt that steals away the moment and weaves a story in it's place. So it goes, the give and take of being human. The experience we all share and yet the same experience which makes so many of us feel so isolated. Finding that connection, feeling that truth that makes us feel safe and cozy, yet brave and bold. A comfort that supports us yet pushes us to grow and explore.
Resting in the knowledge that everything is as it should be, we are all just the same despite the differences, and we are all just doing the best we can with what is.
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