Prose

What if I replaced I think with I know?

The difference between not knowing and certainty is action. The purgatory is sticky, but it’s warm and keeps me down, keeps me quiet, keeps me from being myself.

Trust is a muscle and if you don’t work it you won’t know and it only grows if it’s there. The only way to fail is to pause and remain in the comfort of what you don’t realize is actually hell.

Trusting and knowing are kindred spirits, one in the same. Their love child is peace.