I finally knew where I was going, so why was the road so dark?
Instead of fighting our fear, what if we gave it a useful purpose instead?
Movement might be proof of life, but stillness helps us come to life.
(Inside out) Haiku for a friend who did one-handed push-ups, among other memorable feats, and left us too soon.
Until we see another's reality, their story is a myth easily dismissed. Gaining perspective is why we're here, so open your eyes, ears, and heart.
Why are we killing ourselves to prove we are good enough?