I try so hard to be good. Spiritual. Mature.
And that just isn’t me.
I want to scream and throw a temper tantrum. I want to shake my fist at the sky and demand an answer.
Some days, anyway. It doesn’t always look like that.
But when I try to make it look other than it is in the moment, it backfires.
What if you could just BE what you are without needing to change it?
Be kind to yourself. Be loving. BE REAL.
The Universe is waiting for you to get the beautiful, tragic joke of being human.
What do you think?