There is a certain amount of balance in the world, if we are perceptive enough to notice it.
My shame, or, being one who is aware of feelings of shame, allows me to perceive the absolute belongingness of those without shame. The utter lack of self consciousness. The character of never questioning one’s place or if they’re exactly as they should be. Maybe to a narcissistic extreme; yet that is the balance. It is there, just… Painful. Uncomfortable. The truth isn’t always pretty. But it does set us free.
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