Time.
The blank page is a plane
It contours to the mind’s wildest dreams
From the wickedest fiends to the lovliest maidens
Barren desert to frosted blight
Where imagination runs wild and anything is possible.
~Nichole Root
I put that at the start of every one of my journals. Every new virgin journal that I buy is christened with that poem at the top of its ( Read more... )
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With open arms and open eyes
Likasevita, kanita-conacita. Change cannot be the enemy, and neither can Time. That's a fact that I've struggled with since junior high - but I know that those two things can't be combated like bitter opponents. If you make them your enemies, they are going to beat you every time. But the answer isn't to lie down and resign yourself to defeat; the answer is to make this a journey instead of a battle. I'm still figuring out all the implications of that...but I have learned that if I don't want to be completely torn apart, I have to stop fighting the inevitable so fiercely.
I have always loved the “bouncy hyper” you just as much as I loved the “clever confident” you. It is part of who you are, and so I love it, and I have never been ashamed to be with you even at your bounciest and your hyperest. Maybe you feel lonely and disconnected because you haven’t been talking to your friends…and because you feel that way, you can’t come out of yourself to talk to your ( ... )
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