i emerge from my cocoon
transformed
but not
finished
i crawl back inside
to try again
like a morning glory
opening
closing
opening again
trying to get it right
&
figuring out
that like the bumper sticker
says
it’s the journey
not the destination.
these are more thoughts while reading mark manson’s the subtle art of not giving a fuck.
if you read my birth chart, you will see that scorpio risings crave transformation. so maybe i have my astrological fortune to thank for the ease with which i ask myself “why”
& search for answers to the questions that apparently many people do not?
i can’t let a sleeping dog lie in my psyche. i have to poke it. i have to rummage through the grey stuff in my head until i understand why i am doing what i am doing.
& i like this about me.
it keeps things interesting.
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