It's hard to be able to honor our stories-including the ones we never say, that are never told. I am beginning to wonder about the mind itself, especially how complex it is. Have you ever had a situation where, for some reason or another, you suddenly remember something that was previously "buried" for a long time--the snippet of a song, an old friend, or even a name that has long since been forgotten? I am sure that most people have experienced this in some form or another. But the question is, how to honor the complexity of those voices unspoken, not yet spoken, unaccounted for or simply unexpressed?
Humility is such a key factor to this experience I am describing. It's important to appreciate the so many things I simply don't know about the world and my place in it. It is also important to keep door open to how to look at the complex threads that make people tick, without settling on only one narrative. But at the same time, in the midst of all of this, one can still act; it's just that it comes from a place of much less certainty and more room for play.
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