we all have a little beast inside of us
deep in our hearts sits a little beast, a deep conscious self that revels in success, judges, rejoices, sobs, chafes at life's demands. we construct narratives around the beast's behavior just as we would dress up a doll. we hide it like a treasure, sometimes even from ourselves. when we forget the narratives, forget ourselves, we are left wondering who we really are.
the beast doesn't like change. whatever it craves, it will construct. when it does change, it changes slowly and then all at once.
writing gives our little beast a pen. so from one beast to another, hello, let's stir something up together.