Looking back, as if all the traits were heritable and therefore traceable. But nothing is so mappable.
We contain a bundle of qualities that shift with time. As life goes on, what’s inherited yields to different flavors of personality.
A new challenge is always lurking, another opportunity to make us feel lost. If we don’t follow the interior navigation, we lose it. If we don’t adapt, we die. Nothing is left hesitating to the abstract.
This is as real as it gets. Stare on with confidence, freeze the flinch, and the territory expands to our liking.
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