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I love life because there will always be a situation u think u will never get over and u always do every time
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Not every day has to count. Some days are for repairing, resting, mourning. You don't have to perform every day. Some days are for doing nothing. For sleeping all day or being on your phone. Relaxing is ok, allowed and encouraged. Do what you need to do.
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quote from the last living frank lloyd wright client, roland reisley, who is 101 and has lived in his flw house for 73 years
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You Said It Until It Became Hers (for the girl I raise, and the one I still carry)
You said it until it became hers. But once, someone said it to you. Not always with cruelty. Sometimes just with absence, with tired hands, with rules spoken under breath.
And still, it rooted. The hush. The watchfulness. The way you learned to bend light around your own edges.
They never knew you were learning a language. But you spoke it fluently. You built your inside self from it. And called it your own.
Years later, a small voice calls you. And suddenly, you hear what was yours returning in her mouth.
Not the same words, just their shape. Just the weight. Just the way she pauses in places you remember too well.
And it startles you. Not because it's wrong, but because it's familiar.
You slow down. You shift the air. You begin again.
Softer this time. You speak in offerings, not instruction. You reach not just for her but through her, to that quiet child inside, the one who learned too young what not to need.
Now she listens, this daughter of yours. But so does the girl you used to be.
Both of them, held in your voice. Both of them, learning a new script.
Because when we speak with care, we speak in all directions. To the child before us, the child within us, and those who never heard what they needed.
And something shifts, not loud, not dramatic, just a loosening.
You said it until it became hers. And slowly, without permission, it became yours too.
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A stone weighs heavy on my chest,
grey, cold, and quietly relentless.
I carry the grown up role,
a mask worn thin with every breath.
I bend, I balance,
dancing on a thread too fine to see.
Wearing love like a currency,
paying debts I never chose to owe.
Her words - sharp shadows.
A kindness that waits,
only after I’ve cracked open too wide.
I want to shout,
to break the silence holding me hostage,
but fear folds me in,
a whisper: ‘If I break, will she still stay?‘
Yet in this tightness,
beneath the heavy grey,
I must remind myself:
‘I am enough, just as I am’,
even if she doesn’t say it.
Even if she cannot bend.
I am still whole. I am still okay.
M.S.
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Louise Glück, from “A Myth Of Innocence”, Poems 1962-2012
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The Space Between
I stand on the edge of two skies, one fading into memory, the other stretching wide. Between them, I am a thread caught in the tension of being both here and there.
The ground beneath me feels changed, not unkind, but unfamiliar, as though it once welcomed me, and now forgets the rhythm of my step.
I reach for the faces I’ve left behind, their voices woven into the winds, but the distance pulls them further, like the ocean tugs at the shore— near, yet always just out of reach.
Here, I build a life where comfort feels rehearsed, and the walls stand quiet, not like the ones that once knew how to hold me. Still, I linger in these spaces, grasping for the shape of something that feels like home, but never quite settles.
In the silent moments, I search for roots, but the ground shifts and I wonder if I’ve planted them in the wrong soil, or if it’s simply the wrong season to grow.
And so I wait, not as a passenger, but as someone learning how to sail the tide instead of outrun it.
M.S.
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in my experience, “self development” (or whatever you want to call it) comes in ebbs and flows. but what i see happen is people go all-in, then find themselves overly self-identifying with being someone who self improves and can’t stop. they become exhausted and bored focusing on it constantly, then conclude that it’s all rubbish and that you should “just be allowed to exist” without this constant self-focus. of course, they say all this while benefiting from the improved self-awareness and position in life their self development has given them. the reality is, you need breaks. seasons. rhythms. whatever works for you.
i’m not constantly working on myself: i focus on whatever i need to develop to reach my next goal, then i take a break and actually enjoy my progress. inevitably, as i continue living, some other goal or next step becomes obvious and i do what is required to achieve that. additionally, i cycle through improving my “base level” lifestyle: so at certain periods i’ve been focused on nutrition and food, others on personal style, and so on. as you get older, i’ve had to “self improve” less and can just ~enjoy my life~ more, which should be the point of it.
remember that it’s not about being perfect in every way to some pretend outside audience of voyeurs, it’s about doing what you need to do to reach your goals. tie it to something real, namely: actual achievements and enjoyment of life. that’s how i do it anyway.
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In busy life, we try to create meaning through achievement, productivity, self-definition. But in stillness, meaning isn't something we construct. It’s something we notice.
A stone feels meaningful just because it’s been there. A breeze feels like a message. A memory becomes sacred not because we analyse it, but because we feel it fully.
Stillness becomes a space where meaning can arrive, gently, without being chased.
-M.S.
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you can buy expensive things. you can follow trends. you can try to mirror the aesthetic of someone else. but real taste (the kind that can’t be replicated) is about perception. it’s about knowing what to leave out. it’s about sensitivity to detail, contrast, proportion. it’s something internal, not external. something you cultivate, with intention and focus. something personal to you. so much of modern society tries to take that away and dictate back to you what you ought to like instead. your taste is your identity; be sure to honour that.
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