Bigger Windows

Collect the raindrops left scattered on the ground, cut the dying trees before they die. Live with your hands until you die in your mind. Walk with your feet along the long and winding road that brings you to whatever form of the afterlife you believe in. Or rest in the body that you know and love. Be yourself for yourself, but for others as well. and cry every day. It’s okay. 

Live on the premise of working for a goal. A personal goal or a collective goal. Join a community. How else are you supposed to figure out the answers to your problems? How else are you supposed to live your life other than practicing the same rituals and habits again and again? What is life without change? 

Change is the only constant. Change never changes. You are always who you are, but you can always change. Each day may be your last day on earth. Move into a mental apartment with bigger windows, windows that look out across the skyline and across the hills beyond your city.

riphssmyth

VT

14 years old

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    Questions that bubble up and spill over

    Out into the wide world

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