I’d rather take a short cut, but then my conscience creeps in and I feel my journey would be cut short.
See, that’s the issue with finding yourself. There’s no magic wand that can waive reality, no magic carpet to float upon, reality and more reality. Are you up for the challenge?
The more I read about self-compassion, the more I have to remind myself to be kind to me, oh the irony.
But in the chaos of seeking understanding, there is beauty, there is light, there is hope.
And I note, there is no text to confirm that there is a sense of peace which passes all understanding but there is trial and error.
There is the unknown which lies deep within my being and as long as my heart beats and air flows through my lungs, my journey is certified.