its been forever since i last blogged. i almost forgot how good that felt; to be heard for that split second, only to be overwhelmed so quickly by the vastness of the space, so large that the initial expressions fade into nothingness.
Instead of waiting for the perfect one, work at being the perfect one instead. These words roll off the tongue with ease like a familiar jingle. Yet the former holds an appeal tt the latter can never achieve.could it be, that at the end of the day, we are, in fact, more aware of reality than we realise? The former, perhaps, more achievable than the latter?
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