Oh, these times we live in.

You may wonder why I refuse to be less. Why I just don’t surrender.

For a little while, don’t think of it as more, but think of it as better.

My compassion, my humanity, must always be nourished, must always grow.

I want to be in plenty, not in lack. That great, loving relationship with that great loving woman? I want her to be in plenty, not in lack.

I have no hiding place in this world, and certainly not here.

I have exposed myself, my heart, my soul, into the ether, the gloaming, the blue marble.

Where can I hide?

The better question is…why should I?

I can be nothing.
I will not be less than.
I will be everything I can possibly be.

What I do here is the simple expression of my heart.

What I do here is the simple extension of my heart.

When I breathe in and breathe out, everything is clear. Graspable. Reachable.

Real.

Don’t let your throat tighten with fear. Take sips of breath all day and night, before death closes your mouth.

–Rumi

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