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On a trip to London a few months ago, while taking the metro downtown, a young man, dressed appropriately but looking messy and dirty, entered our carriage and asked for money. He explained that he wasn’t a beggar but that he had lost his job, was struggling to pay his rent, and had been sleeping…
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New York isn’t as delicious as Paris, nor as pompous as London. It’s not as free-spirited as Bangkok or as steeped in history as Prague. Instead, New York is like a vividly colored cocktail—initially bitter, leaving you almost gasping for breath. Yet, you keep sipping, compelled by its intrigue, even as it stings your tongue…
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“Are you a sorcerer?”“Yes, yes I am.”“What kind?”“The kind that wakes up in love and goes to bed in love. The kind that follows the trail of butterflies, hoping to find a colony of starseeds—or perhaps earthlings who dream of the stars.” “And where do you live?” “The walls of my home are woven from…
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“Imagine two cars of the same make heading towards each other and they’re gonna crash, head-on. Well, it’s like one of those scenes from a film – they’re doing 100 miles an hour, they both slam their breaks on and there’s smoke everywhere on the floor and they stop just in the nick of time…
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What a profound time to experience a spiritual awakening. Documenting this journey feels essential, as I believe it will serve someone one day. I understand now why I was born with such self-awareness: to recognize my body as the vehicle it is, to understand its limitations, and to explore the many layers I possess. Cosmic…
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“You’re asking me to define an abstract concept that no one has managed to explain since time began. You sort of sprang it on me,” Gansey said. “Why do we breathe air? Because we love air? Because we don’t want to suffocate. Why do we eat? Because we don’t want to starve. How do I…
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While the world’s war rages relentlessly And guns loaded with words aim at our soul,In my gentle heart, I will sit quietly. As people are rushed, fractured and terrified, Their arms grasping nothing but mere illusion,In my unwavering truth, I will rest. And when nothing and no one sees me,Having cast aside my weapons and…
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Why do I love summers so much?Because that is when my house becomes a celebration, my body a canvas adorned with colors, my heart a playground. In summer, the days when I feel lonely are so very few and whenever, if ever, I lay on my bed in the afternoon, I see my grandma’s house…
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I have let go of you a million times, across a million lifetimes.I have gone through silent wars, doubts and I have found you then lost you then found you again. Kept you trapped in the chambers of my heart, then threw you out, then begged you to come back in again.Endured the darkness of…
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The season of wide-brim hats. The one where most love is happening, most stargazing, most trips and drinks and bonding. My favorite season. My most colorful one.
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