At last.

Reality and imagination are the exact same. There is no difference. No need of trying to keep them different. Reality couldn’t have more colors if you tried. Your imagination doesn’t hold a candle to what’s already right in front of your face.

I sit in this beautiful cabin, looking at the red wood trees, and I’m reminded so many times during this:

You do not have to keep seeking.

You always will. But you do not need to go to the ends of the earth to look for it.

You have it within you.

It’s all around you. It’s burning on every wing you soar through the sky with. It’s there. It’s always been there.

And you know that.