Every time I think I’ve got my desires, motivations & pursuits all sorted, alphabetized, roman numeral’d & registered … I don’t.

So, I could either berate myself for “not being self-aware enough” (blech, boring) or celebrate the fact that all humans — myself included — are endlessly surprising & fascinating.

The latter, plz.

Oh, and be gentle with yourselves, m’kay?

Beautiful portrait of my self-selected soul-mentor, Oscar Wilde, via Teos.