I was writing in my journal, and I don't know if anyone would even slightly care >P but I was trying to work some stuff out, and wrote this junk...
I am trying to work out what's important, I think, but fighting it every step of the way.
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Life is everything outside the box that you drew. Life is messy, and warm and squelchy. Life is long walks, and naps and loving people with abandon. Life is broken hearts that heal, lie is death and birth and circles. Life is shouting nonsense into the void, just to hear yourself and your echo. Life is making poetry that nobody understands, but makes you cry every time you read it and remember what you thought. Life is here and now, there is no substitution, no waiting, no qualifications needed. Life is other people, long lunches, the pauses between words. Life is everything that happened in that heart-beat when nothing happened and you changed forever. Life is taking control, losing control, forgetting control. Life is power and vulnerability, life is learning to to be strong and flexible, not hard and brittle. Life is new growth, new challenges, new days with sunrises like orange juice and caramel.
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It's not original or anything, but it's mine.... I think part of it was when I worked on myself, I had to apply a lot of very rigid strictures, like "You WILL go to work every day" and "You WILL save all spare money" and so on, and now I'm kind of in a stage where I don't need them as much, but I don't have anything to replace them with. There is a balance, I guess, but I don't know how to apply a rule that isn't total.