Got to thinking about words which resonate with us. That resonance is approval of sorts, permission, and proof that you’re not alone. Proof that you’re safe, proof that you have a tribe who accepts you and how you think. But I implore you to think about the permission those we admire risk by embracing their freedom to boldly express a thought which may or may not be of popular opinion. (Because there is risk in permission, if you really think about it.) And THAT is true freedom.
