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me in real life: a silent mystery

the type of people the world gives you - 

The best part of beauty is that which no picture can express.

It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.

Ever notice how when you’re hanging out with someone, you’re not only hanging out with a body but also with a history. Ever felt it too? Like you’re walking down the sidewalk alongside this field of planted experiences; memories of childhood, first kisses, love, tragedy, heartbreak, heartmend, epic wins and epic failures. So much personal history at your disposal just at arm’s length. And you can tap and trigger these memories through conversation. Some blossom like a flower. Some explode like a mine. And soon the totality of the field next to you begins to expand once you realize that you yourself are dropping seeds into that soil. You’re like a fleet of Maple leaves hovering swiftly across. And then you begin to wonder what kind of seeds you’re dropping. Will they flower or explode?

Never apologize for how you feel. No one can control how they feel. The sun doesn’t apologize for being the sun. The rain doesn’t say sorry for falling. Feelings just are.