Still Searching
I don't need any more guidelines, misquoted advice, or yet another truth on how to live, work, love, and succeed. I don't need one more lecture, two more rules, or three new ways to heal.
I'm honored that you're trying to help and impressed that you have the energy to preach. But you're not my shepherd, and I'm not your court. I have worked for centuries to unveil what lies beneath, and I've never been more naked. I have my own sermons, my own church, and the skin I had to rip off to find it is not yours to replace. So, despite your best intentions - despite your willingness to share - new clothes are my least concern.
I need nothing more than what I already have, and I’m still searching.