“All our lives we’re told the stream will take us home”

It’s a feeling of closing walls in your chest. Ribs caging the spirit and directing your breath to its cage, made of an imaginary predator’s teeth.

Every decision made out of fear will lead only to being afraid. And who are we, if we decide ourselves to be just the product of what we fear?

It’s hard coming out of the prisons we’ve imagined all our lives to be impenetrable and inescapable. But we must.

And so we do. We break out. And we hurt. And we mend. And we become more free than before.

All that matters is love. Decide from that.

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