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Said in B.C., Rephrased in 23
Since the beginning of time, scientists have proved their findings; priests have preached their sermons; philosophers have made their point. What I’m trying to say is there’s nothing new under the sun. The same advice Socrates, Plato, and Aristotle had for the people back in B.C. is still relevant in 2023. Do we really change after time? I’m starting to believe maybe only physically. And that’s a maybe. Why this thought? Because I was reading through some of the things I’ve written in Not Another Inspirational Quote, and thought about how often we tell ourselves and others the same affirmations in hopes that it will change or improve our journey.…
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Fetal is Home — a Poem
Be it the time of flowers Days of snow, When too much sunshine Darkens my glow Rain on my shoulders A punch in the gut Pulls my weight down My airways are shut No safe haven found in seasons No comfort for an aching soul My bed holds me in all positions But it knows fetal is home, I feel whole.
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By Chance – What If?
It’s so funny the way some things turn out. One tiny action can change the course of your life forever. We experience so many of those instances, but I don’t think we always realize just how freakish it is. Sometimes, it’s almost inevitable to cross paths with some people. It feels like you were meant to meet them. Your coworkers or your classmates, for example; they were already there (or it might’ve been you) and it’s easy to predict you’ll see one another every day after that and will probably become close friends. Still met by chance, but it was more of a forced interaction. The event could make sense…
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The Road, The Unknown, and I
I had my earbuds in my ears, volume up above healthy levels, blasting Rihanna’s We Found Love when I got distracted thinking how funny it was that I walked the same paths almost every day, yet have never run into the same people that pass me by walking their dogs or rushing to work. There’s no better therapy to me than going for a long walk when it feels that harming thoughts, anything, or anyone is trapping me. 17520 hours later, I still walk the same walk, breathe the same air. Different faces everywhere, but same air. And the road seems friendly even with its unusual faces, the faces that…
