Butterflies

There are so many things that I have to say in amidst of letter-writings, odd dreams that I cannot remember and the act of reading two books at a time. It creates confusion, and yet there is a surface of calm between all the chaos and in the end, there are no choices or decisions that need to be made, if We follow the inner voices. The inner voices that say, “It’s okay to cry” or “Be brave” or “Move on” or all these things at once.

The Self(s) is(are) always changing. Just like relationships with other Selfs and relationships between the Self(s).

“It’s all a learning process and we’re not here to blame anybody,” one says. But if that is accused of being purely whimsical, then, there is nothing left but to leave and be.

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