Addendum, 7/9/14

I feel conflicted talking to people as if I know better or know what is right for them. In truth, I don’t. I suffer. I ache. I hurt sometimes. What’s more, sometimes I feel like the more I try to control it, the worse I feel, as if I feel bad for feeling bad.

I’m just another fleshy meat-sack like you, just another tiny thing trying to get comfortable in a world rigged to make us uncomfortable. So really, I’m trying to get comfortable with discomfort, but here’s the take away: I don’t have it all figured out. I’m sorry if I preach sometimes.