Catharsis: the act of just getting it out there. Easier said than done, often times, yet sometimes it's just that easy. Energy is required to project. And to require energy is to assume an amount of input of certain value and proportion. In stating such, one is inferring that you must be able to flow through these alternate states: hot / cold, on / off, forward / back, etc / cte
It is an art that projects some people forward and a lack thereof that so josteningly holds others back. Tragic, almost, in its simplicity. But again, maybe this is more easily stated than actualized. For me, the process is rather natural and obsolete: see what is needed, know what is not, and be what is left. Left, right, forward then back. Easy, like pie. Apple pie -- the kind that everyone, and I mean everyone, likes to enjoy.
So enjoy this. Enjoy it all. Eat a slice and then have another. Why not ? Right ? There's nothing to lose, really. Solely experiences to be had, new and old, good and good. Nothing more, nothing less. To be honest, it's rare to find anything else that matters. Nothing else matters, perhaps. An epiphany away from floating off this island, onto another rock, through another world, to another place, seeing all that is seen and then hiding all that is left. A luxury, some might contend. An obligation, I might retort. Be here. See here. Free here.
All of us. All at once. All together. All ways. Always,;-_