We are slowly re-learning everything. Through the process of pain, the resistance of change, and its many, many layers. It's been a seemingly slow feeling.
With a clearer understanding of why, I have begun moving through the blocks to see how I can step outside the artificial constructs I was living in, into a space where I become the creator of my own reality.
I know that instead of labels like 'black' or 'white', 'male' or 'female', all human beings should come with a label that reads 'Fragile, handle with care'.
When I make choices from a place of scarcity, it creates a sequence of events that feel slightly off, like oily chorizo burning my eye the next morning.