Contradictory perfection

Someone told me love feels like flying. I read somewhere that living without love is like cutting a bird's wings; condemning him to never fly again. Now what about ostriches, kiwis and penguins? Is their status as birds revoke on their inability to fly? No it isn't. So why do we constantly try to give … Continue reading Contradictory perfection

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Where to from here?

Starting this account was a joy. A blissful first step, based on something I considered myself really good at: writing. Then came the fear. Fear of not being understood, fear of not being read. Fear of ending up being one spec of sand amongst the thousands in the hourglass. From fear developed slackness and disinterest. … Continue reading Where to from here?