“Somewhere, something incredible is waiting to be known.” ― Carl Sagan
Words, concepts and feelings are hard to unravel.
But imagine if we fully accepted this moment (or rather you were as much this moment as it was you), how would your world be?
I know, it sounds preposterous, but the moment we bring ‘me’ into the story, we automatically set up the tension that there’s something to argue against.
In a sense, words are a poor substitute to describe what I’m trying to describe that is whilst me stands in the way of me.