It’s obvious am fighting

Am lacking arguments to convince myself I love the life am in

We are both embodied in the same host but so different

Am writing without knowing if am him or he is me

We are so close but so different

He yearns for light, acclamations, attention, prices and competitions

I wouldn’t say he doesn’t deserve them, but can he afford to be unsuccessful?

I yearn for security, shadow works, quietness, and humility, but can I afford to miss up on that success ?

It’s been years we have been fighting

His and my...