I feel this ease. I feel like I don’t need the thing that’s superfluous. I feel at home in my body. For even my wrong choices I’m grateful. Anything is my teacher. I want to make my life glisten with wisdom, muscular from work. I will live in beautiful places and feel real love all around me. I won’t need anything. Everything will be in its place. I don’t need you. I will live earned this life. I will live a glamorous life, to me. I will have worked hard to understand what “impossible” truly means. I will have experimented deeply and inquired at every juncture. I will have folded and imagined. My questions will have made me.
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