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Roses & Thorns
I’ve always loved roses. They grow with thorns wrapped around their stems,guard their softness like a secret,push away hands that reach too quickly –and still, they’re adored. They carry love in crimson and white,protect themselves without explanation,and when they’re gone,their fragrance lingers in rooms they’ve left behind. Maybe there’s something to learn here.Maybe we’re allowed…
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Comparison of joy
Been sitting here wondering if I should share some good news… Then I started thinking – is it even worth posting achievements if it just makes someone scrolling feel worse about where they are? Comparison really is the thief of joy. I’ve had some wins lately, but seeing everyone else’s highlight reels sometimes makes me…
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‘K’ for Killed Conversation
Humans started communicating 200,000 years ago, and sometimes, when I talk to people, I feel I’m back in that era when language involved simple sound gestures, grunting, and pointing because I have absolutely no clue about the meaning of SSDD, WYWH, etc. It makes me feel like I missed a whole language course in school. …
