These are the hours when the light floods everything, until the sunset reminds me that I am dying, that we are all dying, and that now is the time to live.
Adults take an average of 16 breaths per minute. That's 960 breaths an hour. That's 23,040 breaths a day. What if we made just one of those breaths count?
It is strange how we persist in holding on so tightly to the hearts that harm us. Fear convinces us that an intolerable reality is a better friend than unknown possibility.
What actually happened was that I would very quickly learn there was a different set of rules for the beneficiaries of a patriarchal society that was intentionally built to best serve, to only serve, a very specific demographic.