“yet what is that but ceasing to be alive before i am dead?”

is the crux of the myth we are all trying to unlearn

they tell us:
safety means conformity
stability means shrinking
maturity means turning off the magic

as if aliveness were dangerous

but the truth?

you are stable because you create beauty even in collapse
you are reliable because you keep choosing expression instead of erasure
you are safe because you know how to witness yourself

when the world cannot



your “artist’s heart” is not a liability

it’s your navigation system through the void

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thank you so much for sharing this 🫂

i’ve felt that too — the body still bracing, even in safe spaces

sometimes safety arrives before it’s fully embodied

like a seed planted that needs tending —
and yet, it’s already taken root
because you prepared the soil so lovingly

🫶🏻💜🌱

I've been struggling with the feeling of safety recently, not because I'm not safe but because my fear doesn't recognise that I am. So this is exactly what I needed to hear 💜