This has been bothering me for a while now. Instead of feeling torn apart by contrasting feelings, I have learned to accept that they can all be true an valid at the same time, in the same place — my mind.
Why not. After all, there’s really no way of avoiding it all. And this game of pulling and being pulled, of pushing and being pushed without looking for some form of balance in the first place. It’s a silly game of delayed, non-proportional reactions and I find myself wondering: do I want to play in the first place? Why not just be a quiet observer of the facts, why not have a place ready to accommodate every little thought, every little fact that pops up after days of intense thinking about a matter that is just marginal?
Why not consider coexistence as a process, instead of an eternal compromise?
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