Daily Post: Countless Perspectives: No such thing as complete when it comes to stories

“There’s no such thing as complete when it comes to stories. Stories are infinite. They are as infinite as worlds.” Kelly Barnhill

Every person that comes to your life brings out something new in you. Every person that leaves takes something away from you. Considering that there are many people in our lives at any given time. Living is complicated… Remembering yourself is a little difficult… but Life. Is. Simple.  
Here are some perspectives that I echo.
Perspectives I admire…
Countless thoughts that they provoke…these always make me count my blessings. Twice.  🙂 
These quotes make me feel alive. Enjoy! 🙂

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To love is to let go! 🙂 I don’t blame you one bit.

 

 

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Lesson: I am enough. 🙂 The beauty of messing up.

Maybe Mr./ Ms. Genuine would do!

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Singular Sensation.”

If you could have a guarantee that one, specific person was reading your blog, who would you want that person to be? Why? What do you want to say to them?

I don’t have any one person in mind. People…their names, faces, and key details of what I know them as flash in front of my eyes as I try reducing the list down to one.

I cannot. Rather I don’t want to cut it to one. I appreciate variety. I appreciate the chaos that comes with it. I love the vibrancy, complexity, different ideas and ideologies.

Or maybe because I can never be happy with one thing. I want more.

 

When A Man Tells Me I’m Beautiful

Truth!

Infinite Entropy

When a man tells me
I’m beautiful
I don’t believe him.
Instead, I relive my days in high school
When no matter how good I was
I was always the girl with a moustache


He doesn’t know what it’s like
to grow up in your maternal family
Where your body is the only one that
Proudly boasts of your father’s X
While your mother’s X sits back and pities
It’s unladylike-ness

He doesn’t know the teenager
Who filled her corners with
Empty consolations of
Being loved for who she was- someday.

He doesn’t know hypocrisy.

He doesn’t know of the world that
tells you to ‘be yourself’
and sells you a fair and lovely shade card
in the same fucking breath

He doesn’t know of the hot wax and the laser
whose only purpose is to
replace your innocent skin
with its own brand of womanhood

He doesn’t know of…

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