I love my dad. I love the job that he did getting himself to America. I feel like he lived through more than most people could ever understand. He was a first generation Nigerian immigrant escaping genocide and civil war to find his way to America. GENOCIDE, and CIVIL WAR. Like at the same time.
Have you ever just let your mind relax from thought? Have you ever allowed your mind to freely think without you having the responsibility of filtering?
I met a child living on the street today and I told him I loved him.
Let's take a second and meditate together.
Today I encountered my darkness.