Nakk

If you are known a fool, you still have a chance to change. If you are never known at all, however...

One wounds the pride. It is a deep wound to be sure, but it can heal.

The other maims the soul.

Is it better to be known a fool, or to never be known at all?

The grass is always greener when you're not looking at it.

So face into the winds, close your eyes, and feel them on your skin.

They will strain you, stretch you, threaten to break you-

-But they will make you wise.

What begins as a frail, delicate thing can become mighty and resilient-

-and in its shadow, a windbreak, where new souls might flourish, grow, and spread.

It is not a perfect thing, but it is this imperfection that makes it perfect.

As trees fall without the wind, so too do we without the pressures of life.

Even as its gusts make us bend, snap, and shudder-

-they strengthen us, teach us, and make us lithesome.

For souls grow as muscles do, each fissure encouraging growth.

Peace, treasured vessel. Rest. Mend. You have done well.

It's rough out here, sometimes :P

O' My traitorous mind.

This thing is but a seed. Potential.

It is neither certainty nor demand. It is, at most, a question.

And how it is tended will determine the answer.

U wot x3

Breathe deep.

Be still.

Accept your weakness.

Know your strength.

Such pretty agonies this little vessel can hold.

It was always doomed to break, but you can fill the cracks with something stronger.

As someone prone to occasionally struggling internally with passions and balance, I resonate deeply with this-!

At the end of the day, to be human is to struggle.

Every failure is an opportunity for growth, each ending a new beginning, however painful.

Journey before destination, my friend :)

The trouble is never about hanging on in my opinion. We hold onto those things we hold dear.

The trouble is always clinging too tightly or too gently, and figuring out when too much is too much or too little.

We learn the balance through trial and error. You're bound to make mistakes. That's ok :)

I have yet to discover a method of remaining stable while exporing new possibilities that doesn't occasionally require me to be wildly unbalanced and need correction.

As a creature of singular focus, I struggle with juggling life and new passions.

All things in good time. We've got this :)

You're too kind ❤️

Kill it before it grows.

The soul stirs once more-

✨

So travel with me, as travelers do! To light, to life, and all that comes with it!

For without this journey, I could never long to return again-

To to the silence and clarity of the space between stars.

I love them, too. Despite the wounds I bare.

I love them as I love my companions, all, in the space between stars. For the contrast, the resonance, the dance-

And O' how we dance!

We'll meet again, this light and I-

For though I am blessed with this journey, I cannot know my I'm way without those flickers in the darkness.

I will always be drawn to them, and so I will always return.

The Time has come... But in truth, it was always here.

Another orbit, another flash of inspiration, and I sail. I go, again, into the space between stars.

Passion has drawn close once more, but my flyby will take me far afield-

Into the great black ocean once more.

I will feel its heat on my back as I go, and carry the burns it leaves with pride.

Return with me. Another journey, another star. We will return, soon enough.

Come with me to this place where gods of certainty dare not tread.

Return, adrift in endless dance. Ever searching.

Embrace with me-

-certainty in nothing but the infinite, the struggle, and the cycle.

For while there may be a star that shines brought enough, it cannot burn forever.

The Time approaches.

O' what serendipity-!

This conflux-!

This pattern I see with eyes that gleam in the spaces between stars-!

Passion.

Joy.

Longing.

Fear.

These and more.

Urgent, eager.

Flaring with life and certainty.

They consume as much as they reveal in their brilliance. As lovely as they are destructive-

-but we are creatures of the spaces between stars.

Return with me, again. Return, and see. There is more.

I am blessed again with the clarity of silence and travel. To chart the course, to judge each suggestion by it's merits, and to explore unbound by fulgence. To see through eyes unblinded through paths unclear.

Ah, I am blessed again to return. Always, I will return.

Ah, I am blessed again with a journey through the space between stars, where light grows distant and cool. Flickers in the darkness that guide the way, yet lack the intensity to demand. Suggestions, rather than rules.