life will be your teacher if you let it here’s a little something I wrote back in august that keeps teaching me 🤍🫂 It’s not you, it’s not even me... it’s this thing that we create. It’s the you in me and the me in you that we despise in ourselves. That’s the thing here, we’re the same you and I. That’s why we fight. That’s why we stay. We stay not so much because we love it, but because it feels good to be bad sometimes, because every now and then it feels good to hurt you. It feels good to hurt myself through you. The reason we even are able to hurt each other so precisely is our subconscious knows the exact spot we are avoiding in ourselves. It’s much easier to vilify it and strike in our reflections. It’s much harder to sit in patience and grieve. All we want and need is to be seen and acknowledged. Acknowledgment doesn’t assign a value it just sheds light, like God. It offers the opportunity to take space and be seen. That’s all we want. To be seen. To be acknowledged. I don’t want to hurt you anymore. I don’t want to hurt myself. It doesn’t actually feel good to hurt you. It’s just... sometimes the only time I let myself experience my pain in real time is through you, through your pain, as fucked up as it sounds. Being a human is fucking weird.