Learning to love back is the hardest part of being alive.
I get to tell my truth. I get to seek meaning and realization. I get to live fully, wildly, imperfectly. That's why I'm alive. And all I actually have to offer as a writer is my version of life. Every single thing that has happened to me is mine.
Life is really pretty tricky, and there's a lot of loss, and the longer you stay alive, the more people you lose whom you actually couldn't live without.
Because this business of becoming conscious, of being a writer, is ultimately about asking yourself, How alive am I willing to be?
It's a great time to be alive.