You know them when you find them. Your people. They ignite something radiant in you. Something that never burns out, no matter how far away they go, or how often you’re together. It feels like you’ve found home. Or a remembering of who you truly are, underneath all of society’s junk. Or a boldness of spirit you didn’t think you possessed. Or a jolt out of your complacent coma and into an existence where you feel perfectly normal questioning everything you thought you’d had settled in your brain. It’s like an activation of sorts. A recognition. An acceptance that you …
