This dissecting ourselves shit is hard. Painful to realize that we are like hamsters in blindfolds, running in a wheel, away from the squeak of the very wheel. Ouch!
The more we run, the squeakier the wheel gets; the squeakier the wheel whines, the faster we run. Ouch!
The uncertainty of the possibilities outside the wheel is terrifying. So many cliffs to jump on and off. With one slip, we get stuck in another squeaky wheel. Ouch!
Is it worth it to toss out the blindfold? To see ourselves in wheels sometimes and accept that we may never get off?
I’m waiting to find out.
