I am scared from my own self, the very most. My self, who I declare to Love, pricks me unexpectedly and I suffer the aftermath of extra self care, extra kindness:
self touch, flexibility, leniency, relaxation, breathing, resting
“Never be too kind to yourself, you will reach beyond the trees. Be as rude as you must but keep yourself close to the ground. When you are tired of lying low, you will rise in starvation, only enough to eat. Only this way will you grow- only like this, will you discover yourself.”
I tread the rope with this fine mentality and tend to last, only because I have been this way for so long. Yesterday, I reached out to a pool and tried the same strategy to no avail. If his compassion was not around, I would have drowned with too much unsaid. If their Love bonded saddle did not pull me out the ocean, I would have gone with a mind full of dreams.
“There is no such thing as tiredness- do not fear fatigue. Fear a lack of purpose, fear a lack of functionality. If you shiver, do so only while looking at tears in your own eyes. Perhaps, this stare will shock you enough to speed your heartbeat, influence your manic mind, and have you flying again. Only this way will you grow- only like this, will you discover yourself.”