she let me hit because she has let me hit for generations in an infinite number of past lives in the karmic cycle. sometimes as four horned antelopes, as a speck of pollen on a bluebell flower, or even as algae surrounding hydrothermal vents on the deep sea floor
sometimes life feels so embarrassing but ultimately that embarrassment means you’re still alive. like wow i’m still able to feel!! i dared to live and it didn’t work out this time but i’m here for the next time!