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“I think of rivers, of tides. Forests and water gushing out. Rain and lightening. Rocks and shadows. All of these are in me.”

“When it hurts, observe. Life is trying to teach you something.”

“Are you happy to be alive?“ she asked. “I don’t know. I didn’t have a choice in this. There are special days that make life totally worth living, and others that seem more like I’ve landed in some hell.” She was listening to me, and then listening for a while more inside herself. “I would probably still choose life, just for those special days.”

“Sometimes at night I would sleep open-eyed underneath a sky dripping with stars. I was alive then.”

“I fell asleep in the deep velvet of this wood; I dreamt divine things.”

“Suddenly I wonder, ‘Where is the girl that I was last year? Two years ago? What would she think of me now?”

“We often want it so badly that we ruin it before it begins. Overthinking. Fantasizing. Imagining. Expecting. Worrying. Doubting. Just let it naturally evolve.”