I understand true life doesn't happen when I constantly gaze backwards, mulling over all the injustices others have done or I have done to others.
I wear the word victim like a badge of honor — my own purple heart. I see what others do more than I see what I'm capable of.
My stubborn, self-savvy heart will not reach for the sky if my earth becomes everything I need. If people fill me up then where is my need for the transcendent? If everything is glory and beauty and sweetness and light, will I be the type of soul tha...
