I saw a post on Reddit that said, “When you walk through a museum, you’re not just looking at art. You’re moving through centuries of people trying to explain love, grief, power, beauty, and belonging.” I don’t think I’ve ever seen a museum described so beautifully.
Real readers know this feeling: you’re reading, something insane happens, you close the book, give a full commentary to invisible people, then open it again like nothing happened.
Unlearn shame. All kinds of shame: abuse, unemployment, sickness, vulnerability, longing, desire, mistakes, failures. You need not be ashamed of what you're feeling or living. Freedom and shame cannot coexist.