Is making friends of your foes: Fear, Risk, Rejection, Pain.
Convince them, if you may, that you are their ally. Share drinks for one night with them, and joyfully say “drinks on me”.
And when they drink to a stupor, you are free, to finally see yourself: Bare, naked, like the day you were born, to love yourself like you were then loved, with no prejudice nor concerns for what may be.
Beyond the mountains of jagged obsidian blades of pain and anxiety, I have seen the promised land. There. Right there. I see the place where those blissful tears of belonging have gathered. The warmth of having known all along…”why”.
Home.
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