The questions we’re all asking.
These are strange questions.
Would you love me if I wasn’t as impressive? Would you love me if I wasn’t as smart? Would you love me if I wasn’t on top of things in my life? Would you love me if I hurt people? Would you love me if I really caused some pain? Would you love me if I was immature, if I lacked wisdom, if I didn’t know what I was doing, didn’t know who I was?
These are strange questions. But they are the questions we’re all asking.
Only now I’m asking them consciously, desperate for the answer to be yes.
