guess who has two thumbs and the weight of divinity on her wings?
It's well understood that to be loved is to be known. It makes the refusal all the more peculiar.
People avoid accountability, avoid lasting love, as if friction isn't the only path to growth.
It's a position that's easy to sympathize with. Comfort is itself a universal understanding. But to never bring yourself away from shallow cushions, to avoid the down plush of self advocacy and acceptance. Feels more like a privilege when some of us can only continue to aspire for something better...
Ignorance is manipulation, avoidance is stagnation.
It's all a work, why are you so stiff?