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The shortness of life itself can be compared to a tiny spot in time. We are all guilty of getting caught up in sweating the small stuff. Worrying, compensating, complaining, gossiping, comparing, wishing, and waiting for something bigger and better to happen instead of focusing on all the simple blessings that surround us everyday

Life is so fragile and all it takes is a single moment, one that changes everything you take for granted. Focus on what is important and be grateful. You are blessed and it is necessary that you believe it. Live your life without any regrets. 

Every single day is different. some days you wake up and have enough strength to face the world and all that it has to offer, with a feeling that you can handle anything that is thrown at you; an unstoppable force. Other days it's so hard to get out of bed, and you feel like a fragile piece of glass, and all you want to do is escape reality. And that is life. Life is made up of both kinds of days. The uphill ones and for sure, the downhill ones. 

Learn to love and give support to your inner self each and every single day of your wake whether good or bad. We have to teach ourselves to accept the importance of ups and downs because that is what makes this life a wonderful journey.

Boy in Space is one of my favorite musicians, and in his song Cold, he quips, 

And I don't know
How we make it out when we make out on the low
Even if it rains, you'd rather make it snow
Both you and me know we gotta let it go
Laying on the ground, wondering why it's so cold

Therefore, stop thinking so hard about everything, stop overanalyzing. Just go. just do. If it tickles your intuition, just go with the flow. If it gives you a wrong vibe, don't think about it anymore; just walk away.

August Memoir #1


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