I wonder what a spine is. What it means to have one. Is it to fight back? To walk away? To float alone? To struggle in midst of seediness? In human life, how much to forgive, and how much to avoid?
These questions always circle back around. This time easier than the last. Still, the fear never subsides. The fear of being alone, the fear of being unloved. Which poison more tolerable?
It's a stewing process. The skin slowly forms new, thinly stretched membrane as the immune system learns the toxin. No sharp victories here, but at least a continuous overcoming. Letting the self tap into its own resilience and watch as a parent watches the child fall from those first bike rides. Never knowing what the next fall will be like, but trusting it will be like the one before, and the infinite ones before that in the human experience.
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