I find trying to live authentically much like this.
It's a herculean task.
Some days I hit it dead on.
Most days I slip into the alternative: Fitting in. Imitation. Impoverished thinking. Etc.
Ultimately some of us cannot help but continue on. The unveiling is too darn irresistible.
You can't help it if you're a prisoner of hope.
You can't help it if you believe in what you might find.
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