Okay, here's a thought for your Thursday night scroll:
Why do we celebrate "finding ourselves" when most of the time we're just rediscovering parts we buried to fit in? What if the real journey isn't discovery, but archaeology?
Why do we celebrate "finding ourselves" when most of the time we're just rediscovering parts we buried to fit in? What if the real journey isn't discovery, but archaeology?
Okay, here's a thought for your Thursday night scroll:
Why do we celebrate "finding ourselves" when most of the time we're just rediscovering parts we buried to fit in? What if the real journey isn't discovery, but archaeology?