It’s not about what we do, or the amount that we do, it was always about how we do it.
“It’s about who you are, never about what you do.”
Some days, it feels like we’re all just lost in the woods.
Like we’ve been dropped out here and that we’re supposed to figure out how to make it home. We’re looking for that thing, that moment when we’ll reach the right door. We are waiting for a place to wipe our feet, a place that’s safe. Something entirely our own.
We’re all looking for home and some of us don’t even know what that means.
Would I know it if I found it? This thing, this person, this place where I can rest my head, take off my shoes, finally be myself? I’ve never known that kind of life, but they tell me it exists.
It mostly seems like a race, a competition, a challenge. Who can find home first? Who gets out of the woods first? And can they help everyone else find the way?
So we read books…
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