I often wondered why I had to come back here, why I had to move into my ex's apartment. He is a hoarder; stuff everywhere, barely room to walk. If I don't want people to see me in this mess, if I prefer another place over this one because I am ashamed of it than I am hiding. Preferences keep me stuck. My surroundings don't define who I am.
You can't move on until you want what you have, want it so badly that you burst, you ache for what you have. That's why I had to come back here. I had to come full circle. All I see is beauty. This is the most incredible place on the planet. I love it here. I don't want to be anywhere else.
My passion is this moment. Fully occupying the space I am in. Don't fragment yourself by wishing things away or wishing things were different.
We get to balance out whatever is wrong with this planet by giving it love.