27 mg iron
trapped between these worlds of real and better and normal. curious about how values have value and life demands choices. priorities rule everything in a scenario which needs selectivity. is it better to be real or best to be better when ease is desired and assurance is expected? i search for peace and freedom but all the available paths have roots to stumble over and gates to rule out and the opinions of those walking with me burn my flesh as i pretend to be self-reliant and strong. do i find this joy and comfort in false freedom to live without consequence or in the security of obedience and approval? who can assist me when i fear the feeling of judgment, in a cold shoulder and an odd expression, so lasting, so final, so important to my identity?