“The most important things are the hardest to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them -- words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they're brought out. But it's more than that, isn't it? The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away. And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you've said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it. That's the worst, I think. When the secret stays locked within not for want of a teller but for want of an understanding ear.”
― Stephen King, Different Seasons
The call of nature won't subside...
Had a one-on-one call with my boss today. He's the sort of person I feel lucky to open up to without judgement -- there aren't many in my life.
We chat about all the things -- work, life, family. Nothing's off the table.
I brought up this photo during our chat. I tried to put into words how it embodies the fuel that I need/seek...and how I could easily walk away from the materialistic bullshit and shit show of humanity in a heart beat...but realize (talking out of the other corner of my mouth) that I do need money and I do need to provide. I'm grateful for my job and benefits and know that there are people in my life that are counting on me (to keep it together).
Anyway...
I'm sure he was scribbling therapeutic notes on a scratchpad :)
At this stage of my life, transparency is everything.
The call of nature won't subside.
