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How achingly stupidly beautiful and blessed it is to have a friend who saw your beginnings and endings. To see the shaky starts and witness the glory of success. The kind that wishes to stand by even when the cheers die down.

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Hardwork is super intimidating. You can never beat someone who doesn't know how to quit and work ethic compares to nothing. Not even talent. Park Jimin broke his back to get everything he got and he believed. So trust yourself and do the work to get to where you need to go

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Why should you do it?

For those who can't.

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A little birdie died today. It just started to breathe. Excitedly flapping it's wings to finally fly. So small and fragile. Our wild dogs took to an uninvited welcoming and next thing I know is that the birdie is dragging its breath and then completely...still. Is this the total agony of life. It's been way too long but I only became an adult recently too. I've seen death up close and so many almosts. It's so vivid, the pictures life and death draw together. They are always together. This fiercely beautiful thing that we've taken for granted. We all get just one time. For some of us could be just one more day. My dear, I pray that you see you cannot live it just because. For once and for all we got to do it better for all those who couldn't make it. Death invites too soon sometimes. Let's try to leave happier goodbyes.

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Some of these old ancient friendships and those memories of us that seemed to have lasted a lifetime has an irreversible impregnable element to it. It's as though "I love you and that never goes away," and a "look how far I've come, you couldn't witness most of my life while you were away". It's a constant apology for all the lost regards and celebrations and for all the times that faded without each other together in the frame but then it doesn't matter because like forces that are inevitably meant to clash somehow we are back together. And it feels almost the same. Only except now we talk about the past fondly and anticipate the day we learn our childrens' names. We are young, dumb and broke. And most of all albeit proudly so. Because how long do you think we could last that way? Not too long. Oh how we adore our imperfect youthfulness. What a season of life this is! The kind that never lasts. You are stuck on me like a tattoo.

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Franz Kafka, 1912

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Share something you love. Someone will love you for it. Some of us cannot wait to love you for it.

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I enjoy your writing and I want to know your thoughts on "how to live." I always hear that from my family, "You don't have a life", "that's not what life is about" etc.

When I try to live I get in some sort of trouble and I'm no longer a "good kid." If I'm not supposed to get in trouble, be rebellious or wear what I want what is the proper way?

hello, brave little heart. Don't ask me why but I prefer to call you that. Because I understand it's a struggle. Everything feels way too much right. We wake up and our phones have pretty much everything we want but that's not how we were meant to be.

You see your family when they tell you to get a life they probably want you to be active, to be on some grand scheme that can eventually teach you build a creation or something small and creative. Getting a life isn't about partying going out there and being all overstimulated.

I think your family just wants you to have something that you truly care about and that they can adore and appreciate you. Like painting or exercising a lot or writing a book or reading. If you stay still without a doubt you will be fading, maybe that's what they don't want to see happen to you.

Even if it's just the art of making tea, its your interest and your creation. When they say get a life, I think they mean for you to build one that you can fall on. This life, making it worth it and something you can be proud of and happy to have. Doing is a lot more valuable. As how you are. Even more that you are meant to be.

Hope that made sense.

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Everything is fading really. Mom is not excited to cook anymore. Siblings have moved out. Houses are lonely.  Everyone is in their heads overthinking. It doesn't feel like home. What was so much noise back then is not there any more and people understand a silent house is not always a peaceful home. The chatter and the chaos that used to be here and now the absence of it has home  feeling like an empty cemetery.  But I get it.  Change. The inevitability of it all. And I get it now. Childhood and why we cherish it when we are older. We wear these big boy shirts now and guess what - good freaking  luck to us. Because damn this stuff is messy. Everything is on our hands. Losing friends and memories and siblings. Heartbreaks and loneliness. Endless loops of scrolling and complaining and whining because it all doesn't make sense. It's a lost journey until you figure something even marginally alright and you decide to stick with it. Good lord, this stuff is tough on our gentle hearts. Lost youth. So many silent pleas and cries of frustration. It's dark outside now. But then again the dawn before sunrise is the darkest. Having faith will pull us forward and hope will make it better. Hold on, brave little hearts, it'll be alright. I won't promise you when but atleast in this struggle of endless brokenness I hope you don't feel alone.

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Militat Omnis Amans - Every lover is a soldier (Love is a warfare)

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All's a mind game. Remember that your reality is built upon your perception of the world. Take care of your mind and do it well

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stop lying to yourself. Deep down you know what's truly meant for you

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"it's so fucking over" yeah dude it's 11pm it's the end of the day it's time for you to go to bed. and tomorrow you'll be so fucking back because you'll be awake. go tuck yourself in dude you'll be ok

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My father always told me: "If you want to go for a run, go for a run, don't look for company. Sooner or later, on your fifth run or your twentieth, like-minded people will find you themselves." And only recently have I realized that this principle works everywhere.

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summer manifesto tbqh

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sometimes it's all too overwhelming, you feel like your best isn't enough but there's nothing else that you can do. I hope in those times that I remember. What I can do is try my best until the end of it all.

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I'm slowly noticing how I'm falling out of love with my loved ones. Not in a sense that I don't like them. But in a sense that I don't need to or want to keep them. In a sense that I need to learn to live without them.