The ruts that are worn
Come from a sense of comfort
Repetition
Endurance to live is not living
The harder the waves crash upon your shores
The stronger the calling to soften
Open
Listen
Invite in possibility
Things are ever changing
Impermanent
The illusion of grabbing
Digging
Or rutting in
Will not change the intensity
It will not protect one from
Inevitability
What is meant for you
Will come
Either as a gentle breeze
Or high tide
There is choice
There is control
It’s not outside of you
Though
It’s in your heart
Honoring
What is true for you
Not what you “should do”
Who you “should be”
What looks good to him, her, or me
Heave yourself out of the rut
Get comfortable with
Being uncomfortable
Let life see that you are no longer adversaries
But a team
One can never know how grand the view
When buried up to their neck in distorted sight
Give life your hand
Let it lead you
The end is the same for all of us
Choosing possibility
Pleasure
Mystery
That is a portal for those living above the rut
For more self-study, The Urban Howl recommends Women Who Run with the Wolves.
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I’m Not Obligated To Be The Same Person My Whole Life
Calling Bullsh*t On The Mask I Use To Hide My Insecurity Of Not Being Good Enough
To The Woman I Rose To Be Through Love
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