For we live with those retrievals from childhood that
coalesce and echo throughout our lives, the way shattered pieces of glass in a
kaleidoscope reappear in new forms and are songlike in their refrains and
rhymes, making up a single monologue.
We live permanently in the recurrence of our own stories,
whatever story we tell.
– Michael Ondaatje
. . . . .
Owning our story can be hard but not nearly as difficult as
spending our lives running from it. Embracing our vulnerabilities is risky but
not nearly as dangerous as giving up on love and belonging and joy—the
experiences that make us the most vulnerable. Only when we are brave enough to
explore the darkness will we discover the infinite power of our light.
– Brené Brown
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