Beautifully written.

To suffer for what belongs to us, our truth, and our purpose, feels a hell of a lot more meaningful than suffering the emptiness and shame of avoidance.

There's many that hold onto the story of their suffering without realizing that there's other stories to be written on top of, in addiction to, and to the side of these. I know, in particular, many men like this. I wonder if it's their ability to think creatively that limits them. The same stories oft repeated wear the sheep tracks in the mind.

I'm not sure if I'm happy, but I'm content. A world of difference. I don't suffer the bad things, just live them. Sometimes you just gotta hold on and ride.