I find myself forever caught in that intersection between the fear of the intentions of others and a generosity of spirit. The former frequently sends me running for cover, thinking that I should obliterate everything I have ever put forth. But the latter: this begs me to pause for thought. Perhaps what I have written might one day be of benefit to some passerby, somewhere. So it is that I oscillate between these two positions, sometimes convincing myself to withdraw, sometimes exhorting myself to be generous and open. The first a privacy mindset, the second charitable disposition. One may be wise, the other forbearing. One the call of nightfall, the other of the morning. To and fro.
Last modified: 12 January 2023
