sometimes i forget that there is bravery in letting people in. that good decisions don’t always feel good, and sometimes the best we can hope for is karma. that letting ourselves flow freely into, onto, and with other people is not just okay, it’s beautiful, and that we are not losing ourselves so much as we are sharing, multiplying, growing. that the more we give of ourselves, the bigger we become and the more space we create for other people.
sometimes, i forget.