Sometimes I write something and I keep it to myself, not wanting to share it. I keep it saved in my notes… And then write something else. 
But then that’s not what this blog was about. It was about authenticity. 
I feel like I am playing a small part in someone else’s life. And if I don’t play the appropriate part, I am not worthy, not good enough: a constant fight against doing what feels right for me and what is right for others. 
I feel suffocated. 
No amount of running, fast running is enough to get away or feel like I am escaping.
I want to play the part in my life. I want to play a part in a collective life with others who are playing a part in their life, all interwoven, complementary. 
Is that possible when you are so small?
I keep coming back to freedom. 
Space .

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