Holding back, suppressing, silencing the raw truth of who you are serves no one.
Your tears cleanse, they heal. Your anger disrupts, reveals, awakens, and stirs the stagnant waters. Your nature — vast, incomparable, fierce in its love — is untamed, dynamic, unrelenting in its truth.
How can you know the breadth of your being or the depth of your longing if you never stretch beyond the familiar, sharpen your gifts, or venture into uncharted passions?
Pleasantries may smooth the surface, but too often, they ring hollow — polite veneers masking quiet desperation. To fake your way through life is to betray yourself, feeding a slow poison that numbs the soul and fragments the mind. This self-denial breeds arrogance, apathy, and a false sense of control, all tools of the parasitic ego.
But this is not who you are.
You are an immortal, divine spark — a master of love, a shaper of light, an artist of infinite creation, and a dreamer commanding vast worlds into being.
So be true. Be real. Be free.
Solvitur ambulando
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“How To Fly” from Runaway