When it seems like I am not partial enough to see, and my third eye closes inwards hoping to understand. When I see myself from high above, from far away of what I am and used to be.
Every year the same person. Every year the same discovery. Every day of each year thinking that the conclusion will be different. And every instance of realizing: It´s the same as before (What I am resolving)
Nothing moves or evolves. Is it that my essence is intact or that I have yet to comprehend and mature. Am I good enough the way I am now? And if so, who I am? What is my connection to myself?
Hours of going around in circles of what seems like detached introspection.