A quiet place, lonely but never truly alone.
This divine life offers infinite variety, if only we’re willing to embrace it. Yet, persistent sadness too often mires the spirit and silences the adventurer.
I’ve certainly lingered there.
Never let curiosity be stifled for too long. It’s true — pain often teaches more than play. There’s a quiet courage in facing hurt again and again, but that’s far from life’s totality — even if originality sometimes eludes us.
I’ve certainly wrestled with that.
A scraped knee, a battered heart, an exhausted mind… It’s naïve to think we’d escape unscathed. But perhaps the goal isn’t to throw in the towel — it’s to use it: to wipe the sweat from our brow and the blood from our lips.
A quiet place, inevitably.
I’m learning your secrets.