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this blog is a museum of my heart
I was thinking about how much time of our lives we spend arriving.
You see, when we reach a destination, whether it's a physical place or just a state of mind, the satisfaction lasts so little that soon enough we feel the urge of going somewhere else. A new place. A new desire. A brand new destination.
And the cycle just keeps repeating itself again and again.
If you really think about it, you'll see that most of life is spent in these moments of transition. In-between the past and the future. In-between who we were and who we'll become.
And in-between it all, the one thing we really have is this moment.
So, are you just waiting or are you living?
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White Girl (2016)
“Let someone love you the way you are - as flawed as you might be, as unattractive as you sometimes feel, and as unaccomplished as you think you are. To believe that you must hide all the parts of you that are broken, out of fear that someone else is incapable of loving what is less than perfect, is to believe that sunlight is incapable of entering a broken window and illuminating a dark room.”
— Mark Hack
Kait Rokowski
“Life went on without you. Of course, it did. Of course, it does. It was just an ending, not the end.”
— Lang Leav
Once my boyfriend told me: "You're not a burden. A burden is something you're forced to carry against your will. I freely choose to be a part of your life and that means you aren't a burden to me." I'm passing it on in case some of you need to be reminded of that.
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“You hear but are you listening? You exist but are you living? You look but do you see?”
— Unknown