There is beauty in the struggle, and harmony in the chaos.
Accepting the paradox is how we transmute.
The desire to exit the wheel becomes the wheel.
If the old self made it this far, imagine where the current self can go.
There is beauty in the struggle, and harmony in the chaos.
Accepting the paradox is how we transmute.
The desire to exit the wheel becomes the wheel.
If the old self made it this far, imagine where the current self can go.