Begin again...
There is power and beauty and mystery and discomfiture in coming to terms with oneself. It sucks, it rewards. It dashes you on the rocks, and it lifts you into gifts you couldn’t have received any other way. It is madness. It is indescribable worth.
One of the supporting players, if you will, of this kind of growth is questions. Asking oneself if one has…
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