" traveling a path "

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no way to know where it'll end or turn. this path is knurled, contorted, splinters and fractures at its own whimsy and without a care. there's no way to anticipate, just prepare.

i understand the hesitation, i do. and fear most definitely. how can there be a sense of blindly walking into the fray without knowing the layout, knowing the topography?

with a clear mind and a true heart, we must all attempt to do our best to muster up courage and bravery. and to know that you are never in this alone, gives me immense amounts of confidence that it will all turn out alright.

i look forward to each waking moment, and each beautiful dream, with the aims of merging the two. and in that, we can find the strength to gather ourselves up with all of our experience and knowledge, and navigate ourselves towards wonders unknown.

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" feel everything at all times "

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she resides completely in the present moment, head knocked left a touch, and her eyes flutter for a second before resting still and glistening.

with each breath inward, there is the expanding memory of the entire universe known and recycled. with each metered exhale, the balance is restored, and the body remains calm and at rest. joys, exuberance, well-being, nostalgia, intimacy, memory, beauty, youth, and vitality.

there amidst the afternoon, overcast in all of its swirling gray whispers passing through, the relative stillness of the day has time to reflect upon itself. in the distance there are the sounds of cars driving by, children laughing, potholes being discovered by the large tires of delivery trucks, birds at play, airplanes overhead, and the cacophony resounds.

just a shared moment with such delight, with such a private relish, it is as if no one has ever felt this way before. the end of the afternoon leading into the evening, and all is well and right in the world.

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 self-sequestration at home while congested does not strictly mean, you shouldn’t climb out the window onto the fire escape, scurry up the ladder to the rooftop, and feel the icy wind’s long wintry fingers around your entirety. 
 it seems even the film itself felt those frigid talons, as streaks and lifts haunted the serene scene below. 
 as and always, the way down was more frightening than the way up. despite being afraid of heights at most levels, you should do one thing that scares you each day to remain humble, and flex that sense of bravery. 
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self-sequestration at home while congested does not strictly mean, you shouldn’t climb out the window onto the fire escape, scurry up the ladder to the rooftop, and feel the icy wind’s long wintry fingers around your entirety.

it seems even the film itself felt those frigid talons, as streaks and lifts haunted the serene scene below.

as and always, the way down was more frightening than the way up. despite being afraid of heights at most levels, you should do one thing that scares you each day to remain humble, and flex that sense of bravery.

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i love that you can find so many daily opportunities to be inspired, share with others, laugh with strangers. deconstruct the day into easily consumable portions.

even if you think nothing is happening, maybe you’re not acknowledging the fact that you may be someone else’s happening, and by staying indoors on the weekend, you’re denying someone your sense of radness.

everything in transition. it’s in the details as well as the broad strokes. we just need to keep our eyes open.

we just need to keep our hearts open.

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—- 
 you’re leaning on a back railing on your fire escape. your great friend and collaborator is giving you gilded daggers out from her eyes, and for some reason, that’s exactly what you were looking for. 
 the winds are soft and temperate, and it’s the first day of winter. your shot is made, and she climbs back through the kitchen window. and then you follow, daggers still intact. 
 everything is great, and saturday has begun to come together nicely. 
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you’re leaning on a back railing on your fire escape. your great friend and collaborator is giving you gilded daggers out from her eyes, and for some reason, that’s exactly what you were looking for.

the winds are soft and temperate, and it’s the first day of winter. your shot is made, and she climbs back through the kitchen window. and then you follow, daggers still intact.

everything is great, and saturday has begun to come together nicely.

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