Today on this new moon in Leo I have turned a mystical 33-years-old and still know nothing except that without fail I will lose my god damn mind every time I see a pretty sunset. Whenever I think I may have some tangible identity to cling to I’m humbly reminded that I’m essentially already a pile of ashes, that nothing, absolutely nothing, is permanent except this energy of love that vibrates through me even on days when I feel like I don’t want to fucking be here anymore. Most of my worldly ambition has melted away over the last few years— I’m not as pressed as I used to be to prove my worth or be validated by external factors. What remains seems to be my only true intention for this lifetime, which is to be unconditionally loving to everyone and myself. Not necessarily an easy life path. There is anger, betrayal, despair, depression, hopelessness... but it all belongs... it all is fleeting... it all is just grist for the mill and (what I believe to be) part of our soul’s evolution. I am ever humbled, confused, and so grateful it hurts to be alive right now as this person named Ashley. I’m sending so much love to the eyeballs reading this— thank you for existing alongside with me. You are so loved. ♥️