—- to feel like an empty space seeking fulfillment. echoes in the hollows, secret doors leading to passages unexplored. mysteries and nuances. we live our lives partly in search of meaning, of love, or experiencing those moments where we define our humanity, where we can see that we mattered at all for showing up. and one of the true blessings of past successes has been the knowledge that i will never be sated, always be seeking more and better, looking furtively for bright & magical wonderment. to feel like an arc of the sky, ever-stretching and leaning into the wind. the funny thing is we are never beginning and we are never ending. we just exist as we always have, and on occasion find our mark and stride. —-

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to feel like an empty space seeking fulfillment. echoes in the hollows, secret doors leading to passages unexplored. mysteries and nuances.

we live our lives partly in search of meaning, of love, or experiencing those moments where we define our humanity, where we can see that we mattered at all for showing up.

and one of the true blessings of past successes has been the knowledge that i will never be sated, always be seeking more and better, looking furtively for bright & magical wonderment.

to feel like an arc of the sky, ever-stretching and leaning into the wind. the funny thing is we are never beginning and we are never ending. we just exist as we always have, and on occasion find our mark and stride.

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