" traveling for knowledge "

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when you hedge your bets on yourself, great things shift. you begin to see that you can steer the trajectory of your life towards uncharted successes. you enrich your quality of life, and the lives of others.

the particular slice of freedoms we enjoy can alter your vision of the future in curious and beneficial ways as well. we're instilled with a "create your own adventure" mentality and learn within a strange framework of rigidity and possibility. so it's up to us to take it upon ourselves to better ourselves, color outside the lines, and cross the thresholds of our own hesitant insecurities.

when you take these custom-crafted plans, no matter the outcome, you are tapping into something so beautiful, so pure. those are moments you remember when you say "remember when..."

suddenly opportunities open up and you can be the architect of your dream-making. taking that first chance on yourself is the best tenuous moment; immaculate silence like a spread white sheet.

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" top of a small mountain is still a mountain "

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above the ground, above the world, below the sky.

feet planted firmly and feeling powerful with the wind in your face and the strength of generations flowing through you.

all the pains ebbed, the ire depleted, the sadness vanquished. you stand on top of a small mountain and survey the future.

everything possible, loves in your life, delicious foods, your body running full throttle hurtling into every amazing experience after another, never stopping, never letting up.

then a quiet moment of reflection and a held breath exhaled.

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 a signal above the clustered branches; springtime nigh and approaches, while the branches extend the last sighs to the winds, before the regeneration of their entire beings. 
 a slight single slash of jet-stream in the glacial blue sky. serene and wispy, seen & observed. 
 seeing this reminds me that it will do me great care to not make generalized and basic readings of all interactions. to know that i can do better, be better, and have the larger picture in mind is key for being understood in return. 
 a message of warning that the fabric of all things have seams. 
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a signal above the clustered branches; springtime nigh and approaches, while the branches extend the last sighs to the winds, before the regeneration of their entire beings.

a slight single slash of jet-stream in the glacial blue sky. serene and wispy, seen & observed.

seeing this reminds me that it will do me great care to not make generalized and basic readings of all interactions. to know that i can do better, be better, and have the larger picture in mind is key for being understood in return.

a message of warning that the fabric of all things have seams.

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 for a moment i thought i was in a different dimension. the rooftop looked exactly the same as my rooftop, but there were people on it. they were smiling and relaxing, drinking beers and laughing. 
 the sun was lowering in the sky and everything around me wavered with an electric vibrancy. it was beautiful. everything was a still moment in real time, and i could see behind the green curtain of the fabric of reality. 
 there was absolutely no way that this rooftop was my rooftop, because for sure i was visiting a friend of mine’s apartment, and 100% i was at her building. 
 but for that short lovely passage of time, early evening with the sunset glowing warm and everything so till and so harmonic…it was a form of a waking dream that extended into my bones. 
 sometimes you realize that the world still has some magic to share, some awe to instill, and some beauty to bestow. and it is in these discoveries where we are refreshed and made anew. 
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for a moment i thought i was in a different dimension. the rooftop looked exactly the same as my rooftop, but there were people on it. they were smiling and relaxing, drinking beers and laughing.

the sun was lowering in the sky and everything around me wavered with an electric vibrancy. it was beautiful. everything was a still moment in real time, and i could see behind the green curtain of the fabric of reality.

there was absolutely no way that this rooftop was my rooftop, because for sure i was visiting a friend of mine’s apartment, and 100% i was at her building.

but for that short lovely passage of time, early evening with the sunset glowing warm and everything so till and so harmonic…it was a form of a waking dream that extended into my bones.

sometimes you realize that the world still has some magic to share, some awe to instill, and some beauty to bestow. and it is in these discoveries where we are refreshed and made anew.

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we keep our heads above the waters, bobbing and treading as waves lull and roil about in this ocean of unknowns.

we’re doing the best we can, and non one will ever know how it feels. the most we can do is empathize and promise to take care of the business at hand at the time, in the moment, on the day, in due time.

we are meeting each other in the existing spaces, and can only find the words if the words come. sometimes we talk for hours and have meaningful exchanges.

sometimes we sit in the silence of each others company, need no words, and have meaningful exchanges.

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 5”-8” snowfall on the ground, and the drifts absorb the sounds of the borough. 
 at 6pm, all goes softer, more serene. as if we all are readying to whisper to each other the tales of our day. 
 shoes go from slosh to slush to crunch to squinch. the lovely pitter-patter of locomotion. 
 somehow we’re all in it together, and home never feels closer than now. all around, soft flakes waver back and forth on invisible strings, as if wings failed, they decided to just ease into the wind, and see what would happen. 
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5”-8” snowfall on the ground, and the drifts absorb the sounds of the borough.

at 6pm, all goes softer, more serene. as if we all are readying to whisper to each other the tales of our day.

shoes go from slosh to slush to crunch to squinch. the lovely pitter-patter of locomotion.

somehow we’re all in it together, and home never feels closer than now. all around, soft flakes waver back and forth on invisible strings, as if wings failed, they decided to just ease into the wind, and see what would happen.

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winterstorm hercules and the expected 10 inches of snowfall looming in the forefront of people’s minds. the trains are full and everyone looks a mixture of gloom and uncertainty.

i remain unworried and unfettered.

when i exit the station on the brooklyn side, i see the light coming out from the small tailor’s shop and just beeline towards it. a single man is cobbling a pair of shoes, and passersby quickly shuffle along the sidewalk.

looking up and into the night, sugary crystals float on invisible winds, swirling and lilting while the elation in my chest expands.

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 thoughts of what everyone may have in their lives on new year’s eve’s eve: 
 old friends who bring you camaraderie & loyalty, parents with strength & wisdom to offer, strangers for a sense of adventure, coworkers for laughter & mystery, children for a sense of wonderment & constant curiosity, and maybe partners for love, understanding, intimacy & a ceaseless hearttug in the right direction. 
 have at least one, you’re golden. have more than one, you’re beyond the confines of time. 
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thoughts of what everyone may have in their lives on new year’s eve’s eve:

old friends who bring you camaraderie & loyalty, parents with strength & wisdom to offer, strangers for a sense of adventure, coworkers for laughter & mystery, children for a sense of wonderment & constant curiosity, and maybe partners for love, understanding, intimacy & a ceaseless hearttug in the right direction.

have at least one, you’re golden. have more than one, you’re beyond the confines of time.

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 everything falling into place. the right elements a “the right time.” 
 it happens all at once, and you’ll see it all coalescing. the shapes, the lovely shadowplay, a whisper of a breeze just at the back of your neck. 
 golden floating sparkles glistening upon the leaves. everything is magic, and it all glows and the light wraps your entire body. 
 the scenes slows, and release the shutter. light fills your entire vision; the sun blazes through the fingers of your cupped hand. you walk away from the shot, and don’t even develop it until you’re on the subway, one station away. 
 do what you love, and love what you do. 
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everything falling into place. the right elements a “the right time.”

it happens all at once, and you’ll see it all coalescing. the shapes, the lovely shadowplay, a whisper of a breeze just at the back of your neck.

golden floating sparkles glistening upon the leaves. everything is magic, and it all glows and the light wraps your entire body.

the scenes slows, and release the shutter. light fills your entire vision; the sun blazes through the fingers of your cupped hand. you walk away from the shot, and don’t even develop it until you’re on the subway, one station away.

do what you love, and love what you do.

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