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THE EXQUISITE ART OF READING

Pause, lean back, take a breath — the one that fills the center of your chest — and enter the quiet art of reading.

~ because, rushing is no fun

Who are these words for?

Who are these words for?

We continue on this journey to create ourselves to our true interests. Led by curiosity and a burning desire to see how it unfolds... holding on to trusting and believing there is something that it is meant for.

Do I really get to decide the impact it will have to find value in my time, effort, sacrifices, on this journey? It's great to think maybe I can, but the only true drive is to fulfil the deep longing one feels even if it means saving one tiny ant or just for my own heart's content. To just be grateful for the joy of loving my work and maybe that's all that matters.

Does this justify my presence on this planet? Does this justify the life I have lived? I see myself drawn to sharing my words with this world, I see myself wanting to be recognised, seen for my words, to create value that helps, affects, matters to strangers... maybe it can start with one stranger.

Then I see myself unsure, who do I share it with? Leaving it on social media is like I don't care about drowning in this ocean and losing these words forever... maybe I can leave it out here, or there just for myself.

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Write me a letter,

No a song is better.

Sing it to me, like the desperate winds.

Then I'll spin,

Get carried away,

And never will we,

Be the same again.

~Whirlwinds in Poems by Dee