Compromise Corner
Time for me to get along with myself...
I now see things like my insecurity, or perhaps more euphemistically, my lack of imagination, when considering the myriad possibilities for how and where I might live my life. The word possibility seems limitless until I try to reduce it to a recipe for living. It then becomes the food my soul spits out while complaining bitterly, “Too bland!” I hear you my soul! And I hear you too my ego! The place I wish to live is where you both intersect.
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- Jonah · August 13‹ There They AreEasy Answers ›