Nothing is permanent.
And in it, everything exists eternally until it can never be returned.
Energy cannot be created nor lost.
And I continue to give myself, without regard for cost.
At the end of the day, I still feel joy. That reminds me why I’m here. Even if it is temporary. I’m glad I continued to live temporarily to this day. I’m glad I made that choice. Not my illness. Not my trauma. Not my dad nor slighted lover.
Me. I did it.
People helped me do it. Especially when I couldn’t see that choice – or refused to see it.
And maybe I can respond with more kindness.
This Strange Place 