September 22, 2025

Long long ago, I discovered the value of my visage. I tucked it in the high tower of my subconscious. Up up beyond the indigo sky, the tower concealed my trait. Submerged in vanity, my conscious flew in the clouds. I never knew of the earth grounding my reality. I failed to see the worth in humility. I only knew, in horror, when it punched me with a whirlwind of growth. He was right- I was left behind when everyone was running. I barely touched grasses. Only then did I learn to walk. But I have spend too much seasons on the tower. I had kidnapped my experience. I could only blame myself. But was I wrong? Will it hurt? Can someone teach me how to be down to earth?