I know we're distant and in limbo, and it sucks. However, we talk about rifts between us so that they remain temporary. With you, I feel safe enough to still love you even when we are . . . whatever this is. Misalignment? Disagreement? Space? Rift? Healthy and balanced individual and collective growth?
So, apparently the Greek word for "thousand" is "chilioi". And because quite a few languages steal from each other; the French changed the spelling to "kilo".
Hence 10k = 10 thousand. I'm about 59 000 grams. That means individual grams make things. That means there's space between things. Maybe that's why we have the capacity to heal, change, and grow?
59 000 grams of who knows what came together and decided to stay together for decades, just to make me. And here I am, struggling to commit to a regular and consistent workout schedule.
That being said, however many thousands of what what's are your make up, I just want to say thanks. It can be pretty hard to keep everything together, so I'm really grateful you keep doing it. Having you here is really something special that I struggle to articulate.
If you break it down - 59 000 parts of me love you. That's how fucking amazing you are. You literally wield the power to have hundreds of thousands, if not millions, of grams of whatever the fuck love you. You technically have a metric ton of love, and it's all because of who you are.
