The only opening
In reading some of my old writings I wonder if am I making too much of myself? Would it be better just to live without enlarging the particulars of life, not making a big deal of things, just keeping some normality?
Yet, there seems no other direction to move towards. It's almost the only opening. It is an ongoing path of realizing and becoming and occasionally seeming to hear "Steve, it's okay" when reaching a dead end.