In all brutal, selfish honesty, I can relate. But not in the way that may seem normal or empathetic of an artist, or even a friend.
-Kasen stepped beside Ryoji, looking over the ink below, how the white and black always seemed to bend together, never melding into grey.-
And yet knowing your feelings, and what you've been through, perhaps your honesty with your frustration will make you better than us all. I don't think I'm ready to face the truth of myself being suggested at the edges of my consciousness. I know for certain no one I know is ready for it either.
You have every single right to be frustrated. And your worries on how people will react are not unfounded. But in the end, I don't think we can ever be anything other than ourselves... Even if what we are is not congruent with who we perceive ourselves to be.
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In all brutal, selfish honesty, I can relate. But not in the way that may seem normal or empathetic of an artist, or even a friend.
-Kasen stepped beside Ryoji, looking over the ink below, how the white and black always seemed to bend together, never melding into grey.-
And yet knowing your feelings, and what you've been through, perhaps your honesty with your frustration will make you better than us all. I don't think I'm ready to face the truth of myself being suggested at the edges of my consciousness. I know for certain no one I know is ready for it either.
You have every single right to be frustrated. And your worries on how people will react are not unfounded. But in the end, I don't think we can ever be anything other than ourselves... Even if what we are is not congruent with who we perceive ourselves to be.