When I climb out of my own head from time to time, I slowly remember that everything I hold dear can be snatched from my pockets and I can be forced to start over again from the top. In some cases, I mean to say “rock bottom”, but this is when you start noticing that your rock bottom isn’t the same as everyone else’s. People fear that some folks will be pushed around when facing the struggle of the human race because of what hailstorm they endured to get to where they are. Normally that can be a good thing. People however are not made of wooden fibers, you can’t just cut them down and drag their limbs wherever you wish. People can rise against pressure, history has a habit of noting this for the wary. People however can become rooted to trauma and other misfortunes as well as falsehood or beliefs inspired by conditions going on for far too long. Like trees, people grow up to try to phase towards sunlight by almost any means, or pass any fence.
Keep as much of this in mind as possible, so that people don’t push something or someone burnable pass their own limits in a bad way. You can get lost in the woods too you know, even we can have a hard time finding a straight light.
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22 Mar 2018 21:54 CET
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