You owe it to yourself to follow your dragons as often as your bliss. You owe it to your family to follow your inner critic, taking notes.

You owe it to your soul to call Time out on your own journey.

The marker of a healthy soul is the joy it brings you to help others. The marker of an unhappy soul is how little there is to give. And the marker of the end is when the match can no longer be lit.

You are allowed to go, but only if you must.
Know one thing only:
It is hard,
very, very hard,
almost impossible,
to come back.

If and when you do, you can never
feel
at home.

You don’t have to pretend life is fun,
rewarding,
or meaningful,
to you.

You don’t have to pretend you care
about the ordinary everyday,
or,
even,
the extraordinary.

You don’t have to count your blessings.

You can go.

But when you do,
and you realize you miss –
anything –
your grandma, or Twinkies,
or sniffing glue,
strawberries,
dandelions,
or Care Bear cartoons,

you might discover life
was not just the unhappiness,
and gray cloud cover,
and shit bands.

You might find
your life
is also things
that you loved,
without noticing.

See that,
that thing you love,
however “dumb” it is,
that is your
extraordinary.
Fuck the rest.

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