The real thing
The real thing doesn’t work like that. It happens to you, and it’s a choice — all at the same time. It’s a choice you can’t not make. An option you choose freely, knowing you choose it and that you’d never choose otherwise, utterly effortless. You choose it and it chooses you, and they are no different.
Because the real thing, you don’t even notice yourself when you’re in it. It’s so innate that it’s not even felt against you. There is no pull or scrape of one thing against another. You notice it only by its absence once it’s felt, and once you’ve felt how it is without it, you know.
Come to know both, intimately. Vulnerably. Powerfully.
Be it all. Be all of it and none.
It is always there, waiting. It’s impossible not to find.