Releasing Receipts
On Giving Away.
This week has been restful, oddly so.
I’d like to apologize to absolutely nobody.
All I need to give away is my own damn expectations.
My attachment to the what and the when.
Every time we make plans, God laughs.
Probability is irrelevant to the committed and curious.
The universe has no need of alternate timelines.
The pivot very often is the path.
To choose is to taste, and all tastes fade with time.
All of life is a choice to taste that which you have been given, and to issue your response. This is art.
To forgive is to give back that which you have been given - which happens without you trying.
Effort is a poor measure of power.
Fear is a compass to that which you actually care about.
Shitty starts are fertile soil for a story worth living.
Underdog stories require you to look weak to the outside world.
The best way to speed up is to slow down.
Your why is never truly external.
Attention is given, and should never be taken for granted.
Skin contact is the cheapest SSRI.
Moaning regulates your nervous system.
You’re not doing anything wrong.
There’s never been anything wrong with you.
Your soul came here with a dream for a reason.
Your body is sick of holding in secrets.
Your lips lead me back to the underworld.
You are the sun as I’ve never seen it before.
May we never recreate the past, but continually dance with the unknown.
The deepest paradoxical poetry is the simplest form of truth.
It’ll all work out in the end, as long as we show up now.
Your body is a temple.
A temple is the dwelling place of God.
Imagine that…
You’re doing just fine.
Death to Certainty, Long Live the Dream.