There is something so powerful in sharing life with others. Something profound in the simple act of sitting and listening and partaking in and understanding and not understanding and forming those deeper bonds which allow an unspoken trust between individuals. It takes time, but it is so worthwhile.

Hindsight is a wonderful thing indeed. In the past I’ve held irrational and debilitating fears about spending the time necessary to allow such relationships to form. I’ve (subconsciously?) not allowed myself to disclose too much of me. But vulnerability and admitting one does not have it all together is a base, and I believe necessary, human trait.

Anyway, at 24 I’m finally learning the beauty of facing some of these fears and just taking risks with myself. Hey, it’s just one little step in working out this life and my place in it, but it feels so good to be free of old weights and to see the affect of weightlessness.