I just realized that I’ve spent so long trying to prove wrong those who’ve repeatedly expressed doubt and disregard for me. Those are the shaky bridges my soul would vehemently refuse to cross, the spaces my actions would fall apart in. I always thought there was something inherently wrong and flaky about me that made me just disintegrate at seemingly random. But I now can see that my soul withdraws when my ego tries to tap dance for those who are only ever pleased with me for as long as I can keep them pleased. My soul was like deuces hoe, you’re on your own.
All this time… I could have just tried to understand my soul instead of flogging and giving it flak. Almost as if… I was treating it like how the world has treated me… 🤔