Wear your heart on your sleeve...bare your soul to the people you love. Celebrate with no qualms. Mourn in grievances. You cannot be a closed book and expect people to read your mind and understand you. Patchworked heart is an art in itself-ungovernable, undefinable. You cannot call yourself strong if you run and hide away everytime bristling word is thrown your way. The ability to be yourself even in your most vulnerable state is where true power lies.
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I’ve been travelling approximately 40 kilometres daily for the past two years. Throughout this time, not a single day has passed where my journey from home to college and back did not enthrall me. It's vivid. The bright lights of vehicles piercing the early morning’s blue haze. Blurry shadows sailing towards their ports. Weary individuals yearning for greater things. All these particle events intersect for 25 minutes and then depart again, moving past each other. Tragic tales of love—some reading them, some living them. Gazing—some out of windows, some into their beloved’s souls.
Humans are voyagers of nature. We are meant to burrow our feet in the sand and we are meant to be embraced by the rain. We are meant to taste the salt air and lose our soul in the metaphysical songs of forest. Meant to be humbled by meadows of wildflowers. Meant to watch auroras dance. Meant to see lightning lacerate the sky. We are meant to charter stars and meant to paint stories on cavern walls.
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