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Outcomes: real life at a glance
How about a short and sweet thought? Sometimes, the decisions you make won’t be the smartest, the most appropriate, or sensible. Maybe not even the most affordable. Mistakes will be made. But whether it was worthy or worthless, too much or too little — it was your decision. And it was important to you at some point. And, it mattered to you that you were in charge and it mattered that you had a say. So don’t look back with a regretful gaze; you got your way. Make the best of every possible outcome and make peace with your mistakes.
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3AM Thoughts: Monsters in Your Head
It’s the 3AM thoughts that leave a lump in your throat, eyes that won’t shut, habits can’t adjust a brain that ignores you’re already f**ked Because life keeps giving you more than you can any longer handle, like scrambled foreign words you can’t even begin to unscramble The recurring mind-wandering put your will power to the test, knowing you’re strong within but could easily give in. When the cycle can’t be closed by opening a bottle or two your vulnerability convinces you you’re swimming against the current and back to trouble you should go back to. But in the bottom of a drink You can’t find clarity to think that…
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Two Drinks and Five Hours of Patience
Hot but calm afternoon, clear sky; no signs of potential torrential rain, no canceled flights. As customary, when one is part of my family, I was running on a tight schedule. My mom was making dinner and hoped I’d eat before I left the house. “I won’t have time,” I said. But, in anticipation of the pitfalls of traveling, I fixed myself a quick bite so that I wouldn’t starve. My friend picked me up and we drove off. Although we were making good time, I’m always terrified of long checkpoint lines. At that moment, I wished I had left at least half an hour earlier or that the flight…
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I Think I’m Ready
I think I’m ready to live my life the way I wanted. I think I’m ready to live my life and not look back. I think I’m ready to see more than white and black; to fly a little, to wake up late no voices saying to face the day. Sit in complete silence from dawn to dawn, stay up ’til inspiration is gone. In search of independence I’ve run away, but the road is long, I’m halfway. I miss sometimes the days I could write, when I borrowed verses from the night; the same old nights that made me ill, but things seemed always a bit more chill. Tranquil…
