Every year of my life, I realize how little I knew the year before, about myself, the world, others. And it both fascinates and terrifies me, how ignorant I really am. Growing up seems to be a lifetime journey toward the death of our own ignorance.
You’re not an awful person for creating a space from the ones you love. You’re a darling for protecting your energy when you’ve reached a certain limit of absorbing everything that they want you to understand. You’re like an emotional sponge—a natural counselor, and sometimes you just need a place of your own to rest, recharge and release every single feeling that you’re very tired of carrying.