In off-kiltered weirdness

It’s a reality. We’re each a little so-so and better at different things. The fear of not measuring up hurts.

I feel like life has too much pain and sadness for us to feel positive all the time. It’s not about being sad; it’s more about being stoic and able to embrace life as it is and know that things change, that thoughts come and go. Being alive is like watching the weather: storms happen, and then there are sunny days too.

I need to be regular and slightly odd.

The universe is more complex than a story, where being present and taking it all in requires practice and patience.

I feel like stories are forever unfolding, even if I lack the perspective to see.

It’s easier to see folly in others than in oneself. Perhaps, now and then, we’ll have enough self-awareness to see it in ourselves and hopefully, reach some peace, humility, and forgiveness along the way, as time heals.