And, I’ve been holding onto this premise that there is some magical exception to the rule, and maybe I could be it. I suppose I believed that if I tried enough varieties of shit, put my time into testing them out and paid my dues, then I’d get to live the rest of my life basically shit free.
You cannot be authentic if you, are not you. You cannot be real if you are not awake. You cannot make a change if you are not fully here to make it.