If we only let the perfect get near, how can we feel the world?
And if we think we’re only acceptable when we’re whole and strong, what about the other 95% of the time?
We live in a culture of false promises. Of always-on positivity and effortless perfection, or it’s not worth having.
Yet what if we allowed the awesome beauty of life to emerge, visible inside and out?
Collectively, who might we become?