The Minotaur to your King Minos, deplorable as it might be, I hate to inform you that I am awake now.
I feel like we all know what self-love means roughly, something like ‘having a high regard for your own well-being and happiness’. Yet understanding the concept is very far from actually making it a part of our daily lives.
At the end of the day, aren’t we all looking for the next person to dump our baggage on and leave anyways?
Berkeley once asked, if a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to perceive it, does it still make a sound?
As I write these sentences Ella Fitzgerald’s deep voice is filling my ears and I am watching planes take off from a large window by the table I’m sat in.
The only person you need to be good enough is yourself. Because how can you love someone, adore a painting, genuinely enjoy a cup of coffee and sincerely listen to someone if you don't love yourself first?
In order to find comfort in stillness, I’ve realised that you sometimes have to bathe in the silence of the moment, simply breathe in the stillness- and nothing else.