Back to school

I’ve yet to meet anyone who isn’t my teacher.

Sometimes someone inspires me.
Or angers me.
Or makes me envious.
Or makes me feel inferior…or superior.

Now I know all of my reactions come from a place that I can observe.
A place outside of reality.
But also deep within me

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