August 18, 2024

Throughout life, the pen sees all.

I wish we could heal definitively, but that process was never a straight line.

There is no magic trick.

There is only work. Hard work.

Is it a good sign that I still wish to regain myself? Yes.

Am I allowed to curse that I was lost? Yes.

But I will be found in time.

Rather than considering existence to be some pristine painting, we should start thinking of it as a mosaic of experience.

We can take the remaining fragments of our emotion to create something new:

Ourselves.