This semester has been the worst semester ever. I haven't read much, not listened to new music, and generally not tried to think about anything that has not been presented to me- I have lost all intellectual curiosity- and I have not really loved anyone better. I haven't done any "heart's work". My soul has become smaller. I haven't been patient or open in my heart.
And I don't have any tenacity or anything, which Amba says I do.
If I die now I will die the worst version of myself.
There. Now onward to the things that have never been.
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