What’s almost over? What’s just begun? What are we praying for? Where are we going? Let’s follow someone else’s instructions and fly this planet right into the side of a mountain so it can break and burn and become ashes.
I’ve got a ways to go, but this seems like a good start.
I think one of the only things I can teach my kids is how to shake the dust from their feet when leaving is what’s best.
I don’t know how to be angry and kind at the same time, so I pick one or the other, and usually ‘kind’ wins because I was socialized female and I don’t feel comfortable just being fucking angry.
And in the meantime, I’ll listen to Chester Bennington sing my favorite song, in his beautiful voice from beyond the grave, and I will keep looking for the choices that help me be more fearless.
Maybe that’s trauma. Maybe that’s taking it for granted. Maybe I can’t see it because I don’t think it exists.