When we’re indoctrinated, it’s hard not to preach.

About our god.

About our politics.

About our WOD (I see you, Crossfitters).

Because the Kool-Aid?

It’s good.

Better than good.

It gave us purpose.

Muted our self-doubt.

Told us we didn’t need introspection.

Turn your eye to the gym.

To the podium.

To heaven.

Anywhere but inward.

Because without…

  • God
  • Government
  • Gym

…well, what are you?

Nothing.

Or that’s what they’d have us believe.

That inner journey is the hard road.

The long path.

Finding self in the midst of all that’s not-self.

Seeing our worth, ourselves.

And not reflected in some one/thing else.