papirfugl

I guess what happened was the story of … many people’s lives, of how the theory falls apart when practice makes you test yourself and the boundaries you’ve set, pushing you to push yourself beyond your own ideas. Break them. Trespass them. And so – out of love, or loneliness, compassion, or a combination – you overstep your line. And it feels so much like self-betrayal, like what you’re stepping on are shards of broken thoughts and shattered vows. It feels so much like treason that you forget that you are moving, the reason why you’re walking, and, most importantly, the feeling of arriving somewhere new and undefined.