Like the scar of age, written all over my face.
The war is still raging inside of me;
I still feel the chills, as I reveal my shame to you.
I wear it like, a tattoo.
Your mission will isolate you. Your spiritual gifts will make you different. Your dedication to a vision only you can see will have you wildly misunderstood. This is the cost of entry to greatness. This is you blazing the path.
the alchemist understands that once the lesson has been learned, they don’t need to tolerate expired energy or return to old rooms that compromise their magic. they release the identity they’ve outgrown and recreate themselves from what survived the fire.