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The Grabbing Hands Grab All They Can
Sometimes, my life moves quietly on its own, without anyone and anything holding it together. All these moments open and close as heartbeats, belonging to no one, asking nothing in return. It’s all yours. And then the stories gather around…
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Ready or Not, Here I Come
I could trust that my ideas are really just my ideas. I could have faith that I can remember this. I could believe that my beliefs keep moving. But I can pause this new story, too. They might tell me…
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Everywhere I’m Going to—It’s a Sin
Sometimes, I long to stay and not leave again. And I even think that would be possible just by telling myself I want that. Holding my position against change and surprise. But who am I to observe this matter as…
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Fulfillingness’ First Finale
There is a lot I could explore, and even if I did, I might still explore it again. I could never be too certain, as I never want to feel too certain about anything. Sometimes, in an argument, I could…
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Oh, I beg you—can I follow?
There must be something beyond force and fun, but it is not always clear what it is. But do I need to track? Do I need to make it into something? Do I need to make it a purpose? I…
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So, Annie, Are You Okay? Are You Okay, Annie?
I am not really sick or sad, but this might appear differently. What makes me look like this? It seems I am walking on crutches, and this is irritating for everyone involved, maybe even for myself, but maybe not anymore.…
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I Think You Might Like to Hear Something From Us, Nice and Easy
There is so much going on, so it is hard to keep track. Did I like it? Did I embrace it? Was it helpful and supportive? Could I improve myself or my stance in this world? And honestly, everything often…
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But Sometimes, These Feelings Can Be so Misleading
What happens when effort no longer feels like effort? I notice how something shifts when what once required deliberate energy expresses itself spontaneously, when what started as “conscious” choice transforms into natural movement. Could there be a point where my…
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People Always Talking ‘Bout “Reputation”
What exactly do I mean when I speak of caring for myself? I wonder how this phrase gets used differently, from indulgence to discipline, momentary “selfish” comfort to adequate long-term well-being. Yet somewhere beneath these variations, something essential seems to…
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I’ve Been Waiting so Long to Be Where I’m Going
What does it mean to find my center? I see how easily I lose connection with myself amidst the constant movement of everyday life—thoughts racing forward, emotions pulling backward, and attention scattered in countless directions. Yet something in me recognizes…
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It happens that sometimes I experience reality as independent of my wishes. They were not so reliable anyway. All these outcomes seem to me governed by chance and conditions, not by unknown hidden laws and plans. Or maybe I…
