Maybe you’re avoiding stuff.

Maybe you do everything you can to not feel, or be.

Maybe you should face the fear and do it anyway.

Maybe you must dive deep and deeper still.

Maybe you have to open the gates and let the wolves out, or in.

Maybe you need to go find the real you, somewhere in the rainforest.

Maybe you should work harder.

Or maybe not.

Maybe it’s just life.

All of it.

Doing you, living you, effortlessly.

Maybe you don’t need psychology or spirituality or homeopathy.

Maybe there’s nothing to solve, not even something to heal.

Maybe you don’t need to let the light in to scare away the darkness.

Maybe there’s not even an inner child to release.

Maybe you don’t need to align with the past.

Or to recalibrate your nervous system.

Maybe that’s all bullshit.

And it’s not that I’m trying to take away your toys or your objects of meaning or the stuff you feel is deeply important or your calling or whatever.

I couldn’t if I wanted to.

But maybe this is all there is, right here, right now.

And maybe that’s exactly enough.

Maybe.

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