essence

how malleable is our essence?
I used to be afraid
of how little I recognized myself
reckless steps over broken mirrors
telling myself fruitlessly to
not look down

I’ve realized the freedom
in a world of
constant infinite conflicting perspective
the same awe-inspiring anxiety
from gazing at the ocean
or the stars

the meaning in meaninglessness

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