The art of being Wrong

Without taking a risk, and losing, it’s impossible to understand the art of being wrong.

There is such beauty in the pain, raw energy.

Pain and joy feel nearly the same. Not comfortable. The sharp sting of reality.

And nausea. Shame. Not knowing if you'll be understood. If you'll be met with acceptance or disdain.

All of this is the exhiliration of actually living. If all you do is the same thing you've already been doing, over and over, you're not living. You're already dead.

Pain is power.

Being wrong is being alive.

I am opening up to the heavy probability- I was wrong. I AM wrong. I allow myself to be....

for in this moment, for the first time, I am powerful. ME!

This person, so shattered and so unwanted by those that had the opportunity to nurture me. Matters.