I had to sacrifice everything I knew, the imaginary wall to move in the right direction, to take care of myself, my body, my mind, my spirit. I had to withdraw from the race, go the opposite way of the finish line back to the starting point. Some would say I was going backwards, but I knew going backwards actually meant I was going forwards.
Coming back to what you thought you already knew could teach you more than you thought you could ever know. When all of this is confirmed, one will find out the finish line and the starting point are illusions, the journey was all there was and ever will be, all you have to do is be, and by being you will always love and be loved, by being you will always be love.
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