Do any of us really know ourselves?
Awkward pang in your chest…
We can keep presenting all we want. We can write books and collect accolades, but we are mostly just full of ideas.
‘I wish I had more time for my brain’ ~ Beck
Overstimulated and at the same time bored. Looking for answers somewhere else. How can we really know ourselves when we are uncomfortable being truly alone?
No screens, no books.
Without things to do, without things, something is threatened. Cause self was never enough.
My kids generation has never had to be alone. I’m not convinced that will pan out well.
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