Miscomfort

Following roads paved for us by others is like riding a bike with training wheels through life.. We have surrendered because it is what we know. Comforted by the familiar.  We rob ourselves, and those around us of knowing real peace. Condemning new blood to corruption. Be it tricycle or be it car, always trying to convince us we … Read moreMiscomfort

"My words are my wings, and you are my messenger." - Khalil Gibran