Care is not something we can reserve for ourselves alone, nor give it exclusively to others. We need to preserve the integrity of the whole, and we are as much a part of the whole as everyone else.
Sometimes it is better to close the door / and let people know you need some space to be on your own / otherwise you can’t grow your wings and rise from the floor.
I’ve been thinking recently about what it is that beauty even means to me, the vastness of this single word: beauty.
Have you ever been to a city that revealed itself slowly? The kind of place where every wrong turn leads to a new door, carved, and studded with brass? Where twisting streets beckon toward dead-ends and bare walls, while an unassuming archway opens onto a light-filled vista?