The Vase

You don’t need permission to create the space for manifestation, but if you want to manifest, you must first create a space of acceptance, a place of knowing there is nothing keeping you tethered to victimhood except strings of disbelief, and if you can’t cut them alone, wait patiently for love’s scissors.

I don’t know anyone who isn’t trying to get somewhere else, moving moving moving without stopping to consider their final resting place. I’m no different, and I write that to memorialize the place I’m in at this very moment, to acknowledge that this place won’t be here tomorrow because it rests within me.

The vase is only empty if I imagine there are no flowers.


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