finding peace
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You wake up one random day under the sun and finally take the advice of someone born ten years too late, unless you were the one born ten years too early. Time has a strange sense of humor that way. It will send the right person through the wrong decade and still expect you to…
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Everyday starts off like an ordinary day until it isnt. That’s probably how most things happen. Nobody wakes up Tuesday morning expecting Tuesday to become the reason they start looking at plane tickets by lunch. The coffee tastes the same. The computer turns on. The same people need the same things they needed yesterday, except…
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There is a strange kind of silence that only writers hear. It doesn’t sound like silence at all. It sounds like an empty room where people were laughing five minutes ago. I never thought I would run out of things to say. Writers joke about writer’s block the way fishermen joke about rain. It exists.…
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We stand at the confessional before a stranger who will never become our friend, baring sins that should never have been spoken into air. Some truths were meant to rot in silence, some names never to pass across the lips of certain company. Letters strung together summon ghosts, dragging us back into a moment in…
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You can’t go forward, and you can’t go back. That’s the strange weight of it. You end up stuck somewhere in between—suspended in a time that doesn’t make sense. Out of sorts. Searching for a way out, but not out. Searching for a way in, but not in. Wanting to be anywhere other than here—and…
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There is no normal anymore. And maybe there never was. We weren’t born to be normal. We were born extraordinary. Normal is just a word people lean on when they’re too tangled up in all the things they can’t do. But those who keep going, who rise anyway, who show up when no one else…
