there are so many stories to tell, you might as well tell yourself the one that provides meaning... until time reveals that that truth was never really true in the first place... such is the beautiful ache of being alive and awake.
wisdom does not come in one fell swoop. it is gained, slowly, gently and jaggedly through the art and grace and grind of loving and living. this constant evolution, reexamining, growth, purging.
what truths have you had to throw away?