the friction wants me to notice its offerings. what do you really want, it asks. and i answer:
i want to remain open.
i want to embrace aging.
i want to forgive by accepting what is good about him/her/them,
i want to own the beautiful fragility of my broken, cracked pieces.
i want to say yes to the light.
i want to notice the small moments that make all the difference.
i want to be light hearted in the wake of intensity.
i want to say thank you.
and hello. and i notice you.
i want to be fearless, yet soft.
seasoned, but green.
i want to learn, not assume.
with my words and with my life, i want to be wise.
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