The light tones of grey in the morning. Another sunrise behind a ceiling of cloud. Continue reading “Sleepwriting”
The light tones of grey in the morning. Another sunrise behind a ceiling of cloud. Continue reading “Sleepwriting”
Why in God’s name do we tell ourselves such harsh things?
One reason I think is because we believe we know ourselves better than everyone else in existence. In a way, this is true. We know every single deep dark secret, every action, every thought, every lie, every misgiving, every emotion. But does knowing all these things mean we’re better judges of who we are and therefore should not be open to explore and make mistakes and be human? Continue reading “Judgment”