I found it. For a moment, at least. A moment of imperfection. Of contentedness and solace and acknowledging my world as it is and my world as it could be and my world that will never be. Mid sway of the hips, Talking Heads blaring, sweaty strangers abound. That's were I find my plans and paths and accept and release.
Walking home from yet another Friday night cast as mom, listening to the bizarre triad in front of me discussing selling out and riches to rags stories. Perhaps I do indulge in the grandiosity of passing up privilege. I get it now. I get what he meant when he spoke of the pride one can find in living below the means afforded to you. There is a difference between humility and martyrdom. The trouble is finding the space to live in between. The trouble is letting the days go by.
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