I fear I have nothing to say.
It is too important to say something I know.
Deep in my bones, but today, I fear I know nothing.
Today I look back and acknowledge that who I was, is not who I am.
We are the product of our experiences, but the result is something other than what we were.
Other than I am.
I bow to the goodness in me, and remember that with that good comes the work to sustain it.
The never ending "up hill" battle against ourselves and our ability to be Human.
We put so much importance on the individual experience, but we must remember that our experience is inconsequential, except that we are connected to each other, our experience is not individual at all but composite. Collective. Whole. Different, but the same.