
not as a theory or a prescription but as a living organism inhabiting here now; to be alive, feeling even when the moment hurts, because at least the feeling is honest.
The present is not a thing to endure or outrun, but a locus of possibility, every second pregnant with its own fragile kind of hope; be, but not the sum of other people’s expectations or the composite of their projections, but a singular, irreducible self, right here, right now, in the intricate, inimitable essence of being…
© KD.W.Heim
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