The Side Effect

Sometimes we are so deep in our own shit, our own narratives that we no longer see another way of being or the being of another.

It’s that we have to step out of the jar to read our own ingredients, it’s the arrival at this point in life, this intersection where we need to crawl our way out and destroy the bottle itself, to begin writing an entirely new recipe to fill a larger space in the hopes of widening our perspective.

Perhaps the Earth in which we all reside can become our jar and the recipe you and me require actually requires only one ingredient.

Compassion, which only comes with one side effect.

Unconditional love.