Love. The more I learn about it, the more often I question whether we truly love each other. Whether we love ourselves. I realize I’ve been truly ignorant to whatRead Full
Living. The pursuit of life. We’ve become too obsessed with the concept that we’ve failed to actually live. We’ve stood by admiring others putting envy to their freedom. Putting curiosityRead Full
“Kill the noise. Kill the noise. Kill the noise.” I repeated these three words to myself over and over as I struggled to remain focused on the good in life.Read Full
There is an unrequited freedom that comes in solitude. The only person I have to please is me. The only opinion that matters is mine. The only happiness to beRead Full
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