I'm feeling an increasing desire to go home -- home to people who see me for all my annoying imperfections but love me in spite of it, home to a delicious meal, and home to a pot of green tea.
This week has been taxing. The ability to see duality in things can be an asset, and I have a strong propensity towards it. But it can also lead to a hearty helping of confusion and having to sort through the slop is draining.
As I walk away from a good many things I care so much about, I know that sometimes the best place to walk towards...is...home.
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