Should we act on conviction, or others' expectations? What we want so deeply is to be loved and accepted. But can this lead one to forego the self in pursuit of this?
Feeling like going to church again. But understanding how I usually felt and sometimes still feel when I step into it.
How do we have faith when faith needs us to let go of our ego and pride?
Do we learn to love what we disliked with such venom and continue to reinvent ourselves?
Now, we are moving to the part where the character knows well and true that what he should do and that what he wants to do.
I felt thirsty, blood circling down to my nearly-sprained ankle. Pacing the trail, dew settled calm on top the stream to my right.
There is no replacement for the feeling of the warmth of the cold sand, against the warm ocean water.
Thinking about how much time I spend awake - trying to keep up, trying to inch ahead.