Looking at the reflections of myself I have found:
“When you’re lost in those woods, it sometimes takes you a while to realize that you are lost. For the longest time, you can convince yourself that you’ve just wandered off the path, that you’ll find your way back to the trailhead any moment now. Then night falls again and again, and you still have no idea where you are, and it’s time to admit that you have bewildered yourself so far off the path that you don’t even know from which direction the sun rises anymore.”
Humans, in general, are assholes.
(But there’s rare exceptions that will take your breath away.)
There’s a sort of peace that comes with falling.
There is some kind of a
sweet innocence in being
human- in not having to be
just happy or just sad- in the
nature of being able to be
both broken and whole, at
the same time.”
And to have a longing.
Where do you live now?
What is the highest level of education you have attained?
What subjects did/do you enjoy the most at school?
What hobbies are you into?
What causes are you concerned about today?
If you claim a political party affliation, which is it?
Which religion (if any) do you follow?