go Inside find some space

The night bully

"Definition of a Poet" by Jack Kerouac (1941, nineteen years old)

― Joan Halifax, Standing at the Edge: Finding Freedom Where Fear and Courage Meet

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There are people with whom words simply sink like stones in water. You can explain your truth, open your soul, explain your vision with clarity and calm – but they don't hear, because they don't want to. It's like trying to describe the value of honey to a fly. It knows only the dirt, it only seeks what it has always sought. And as the bee flies on in silence, it carries within itself the sweetness of life, which can never be explained, but only experienced. This is how I learn to let go. Not every discussion deserves my voice. Not every soul understands my path. And sometimes the greatest wisdom is hidden in silence – where I simply move on, without wasting the honey of my soul on those who never want to taste the truth.🐝👑🍯