The Conversation
There is no fighting here, friend.
I want to sit next to you.
To know you.
To know what it is that you want to teach me.
There is no fight here, how does one fight their own body?
Instead I choose to flow.
With you.
Wherever this may go.
You and I are sitting across the table from each other.
You the most feared event in life.
Me, the unwilling participant.
Most need not face you on a daily basis, they have their brushes with you, and move on.
But not me.
You and I, are sitting together, across the table from each other.
Our conversation just having begun.
What is it that you want me to learn, my friend.