I've been busy and preoccuppied with a lot of shit. The unfortunate thing is, it's a lot of shit I can't really talk about, at least not now. The loss of a loved one, betrayal and broken trusts, and research for upcoming stories.

But hey, I have a new desk! And it's perfect in every way. I have a good book to read, I have things to do, I have a lover who wakes me with a kiss, and I have my health. Things aren't all that bad. They're just annoying. Frustrating, to be more accurate. Some things are frustrating.

You can't control people, you know. You can't will them to do what you think is best for them. All you can do is step back and let them make their own decisions, even if those decisions are detrimental. If you can't bear to watch them fumble and trip, then don't. Turn the other way. But it's not that easy to turn the other way when you care this much. When you'd rather cut yourself than watch someone you love suffer the pain.

But one day, they will have to learn to carry their own burdens. And if you have been carrying for them, their arms are weak and unprepared, they will be crushed beneath the weight. If you have never allowed them to be cut, their skin is soft and fragile, and the smallest cut, which on your calloused, rough, and experienced hands would be minor, could, on the soft and fragile hand, cripple someone for years to come.

The mother bird that does not allow her chick to risk a fall will, in the end, only produce a bird that cannot fly.

-Barbarella

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