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Home
They say home is where the heart is. Given how absent most of us are, would that make us homeless? My heart always tends to yearn for something more than it has. A moment in time, an emotional connection, or a place with a specific ambiance and scent. Whenever I get nostalgic, those are typically the scenes […]
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Reverse Engineering Life (Take II)
The previous post feels like I over complicated a really simple concept, so here’s my second attempt at clarifying it. It’s really as simple as this. If you wish to understand someone, look behind their eyes, or their actions, and embrace the vulnerability that is required to see in them what you know to be […]
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Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet. Plato (via misanthropyaddict)
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To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; […]
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Even the most cherished heart, if left without a home, will die of exposure. Cynically Jaded
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Suicide of a Romantic
What is it that stops us from affirming others while they’re alive, as opposed to waiting for their demise before singing their praises? Perhaps we’re afraid of being held accountable for our kind thoughts which denies us that ever convenient exit of ‘I knew it’ or ‘I told you so’ or ‘I should’ve known better’? […]
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Not Quite A Shakespearean Sonnet
Love’s sweet embrace How do I love thee?I cannot count the ways.Not the fluttering in my heart,Nor the shortness in my breath,Nor the lightness in my step,Not even the sparkle in my eyes at the thought of you,Or the elation in my soul at the sound of your sweet smile,None of this will ever truly […]
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Resilience
As resilient as I may feel at times, there are moments when it feels as if I’m about to crumble. Being an idealist is tiring. It raises expectations that the pragmatist in me convinces me is practically achievable, if only…and it’s that ‘if only’ that always sets me up for a whole lot of hurting. […]
