There are parenthesis in life that when you look back, seem wonderfully fuzzy. Bits that haunt your mind in impulses, not in any particular order but randomly splendid, as if suggesting it may have been pure fantasy. And you have to ask yourself, was I actually there…and was it really that magical?
The answer whispers its name, ignoring that you can’t afford to veer off into indulging it. And it’s more productive to blame your imagination for taking full advantage of its play time and getting a little carried away, than to admit the dream in fact, was Real and is Over. To hint at such suffocates even your will to move.
So you file away memories that further define you and lock up tangible proofs, plunging into one of the many delusions we all nurture. Confining them to the peripherals of your mind lends the ability to continue past existence onto actual living. There they sit, unstirred and disregarded, yet unable to dissolve into non-existence.
And you continue to survive, like you have countless times before.
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Wandering through the events of this life, one of the hardest things to keep is that spark of naive wonder at the pretty underneath the ugly. Hiding it is the easiest way to prevent the world from so eagerly stomping it out. Concealing it so thoroughly that its existence remains as only a shadow.
Until you find that person who sees rather than looks. Who embraces all that you are and the more that you’re not while gradually fitting into the spaces, confident to remain separately bound yet woven together until the voids that were are no longer. Who inspires, nurtures, and validates the journey.
When it comes to that person, protecting yourself feels like chaining your soul. And that discovery births the courage to grant a freedom that existed only in the fantasies of your boldest moments. Freedom to be fascinated with the beauty in others and more importantly, to allow them to appreciate that which lies in you, too.
Only then will you dare to be seen.
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Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live.
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Here’s what you will be told:
Find a man
Seek protection
The world is scary
Don’t go out
You are week
Don’t care so much
They’re only animals
Don’t be so intense
Don’t cry so much
You can’t trust anyone
Don’t talk to strangers
People will take advantage of you
Close your…
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A half-truth is the most cowardly of lies.
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And that’s the thing about people who mean everything they say. They think everyone else does too.
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Be mindful. Stop Complaining. Start Doing. Again, be mindful.
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One regret dear world, that I am determined not to have when I am lying on my deathbed is that I did not kiss you enough.
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