one of the biggest tragedies: is that you will never know how truly loved you are. how your mom studied your hands and feet when you were a baby. the songs someone associates you with. the unspoken admiration from a stranger. the tears someone has shed for you. the process of someone putting a gift together for you. someone from your past trying to find you on social media, the co worker who doesn't quit because of you, there is so much that happens behind the scenes."
i dare you to be as delusional as possible for 30 days. compliment strangers. ask for things that feel out of your reach. take shot after shot after shot. you won’t hit them all, but you’ll hit a couple. but what you hit isn’t the point. it’s about rewiring what you see as possible. when you remove your self imposed limits, you realize they were never real to begin with. anything is possible my friend. but it’s up to you to pursue it.
Fuck around and never hear from me again. I’m really like that. No speeches, no long goodbye, no dramatic exit. Once I see enough, I adjust access and keep moving. I can care about you deeply and still decide you’ll never have that version of me again.