Sometimes I think we move at such a frenetic pace, with a constant cacophony of noise, to prevent ourselves from dealing with all the pain we’re carrying around.

I think we delude ourselves into thinking that, if we run fast enough, maybe all our hurt will blow away, like dead leaves in an autumn breeze.

But the truth is we can’t outrun our feelings. They always catch up with us in the end. Always. It’s not until we do the hard work in our interior lives that we’re able to experience the fruit we’re looking for in our exterior world.

You will never be able to mend what you do not meet.

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