Is it just me? Are our lives just a mess of coincidences, or is there some higher purpose to these significant trivialities?
I seem better dealing with the devastating realities of cancer than the nuances and needs of my work or relationships. Even my shrink would struggle to explain this. It appears to be the one area of life I am capable of tackling with full-on honesty in a way I cannot in virtually every other aspect of my existence.
And even then, this is an honesty with which many would not want to engage.
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