Reflections
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We spend a great deal of our lives imagining what we will become. We build these futures quietly, sometimes over decades, arranging their pieces in our minds until they form a picture we recognize as our own. We begin to believe that if we follow the right path, make the right decisions, and work hard…
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Autumn isn’t just a season you experience. It seems to create a different version of you. You become more introspective, nostalgic, romantic, restless, sentimental—perhaps even a little haunted. But every autumn, I don’t become someone different.I become more and more myself. I embrace my desire for old books and late-night fires. I stare too long…
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Inspiration has terrible timing. She never arrives when you’ve scheduled an afternoon to write. She doesn’t care that you’ve made coffee, lit a candle, or finally have an uninterrupted hour. Instead, she appears while you’re driving home, standing in line at the grocery store, or halfway through dinner when someone says a sentence so beautiful…
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Picture yourself standing at the edge of a cliff. You feel the wind pulling at your clothes. Your heart beats a little faster as you peer over the edge, imagining what it would feel like to leap. For a brief moment, every possibility exists. You picture the rush, the freedom, the exhilaration of flight. Then,…
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We rarely know people as well as we think we do. Instead, we know fragments. From those conversations, profiles, and moments, we build stories. We fill in the missing pages with assumptions, hopes, fears, and expectations until the person standing before us becomes partly real and partly imagined. Perhaps one of the most fascinating aspects…
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For thousands of years, humanity has lifted its gaze toward the night sky in search of meaning. Long before telescopes and satellites, the stars served as maps, calendars, stories, and guides. Ancient civilizations built myths around constellations, tracked the seasons through celestial movements, and believed the heavens held messages meant for those willing to listen.…
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The story of Pandora’s Box is one of those myths that survives long after childhood. We encounter it in literature classes, mythology books, and casual references, often hearing the same simplified version: Pandora opened a forbidden box, released all the evils of the world, and left humanity to suffer the consequences. Yet hidden within the…
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Memory moves like in quiet streams threading through the underbrush of the mind, or they are swollen rivers carving the soft earth of who we become. Some days it trickles. Other days it floods, rising without warning, swallowing whole landscapes we thought we had left behind. We like to think of memory as fixed and…
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I’ve selected some of my poetic prose lines from my poetry books and social media pages that explore the many forms loss can take: the loss of love, identity, certainty, belonging, innocence, possibility, and time itself. Enjoy. I’ve waited my entire life to feel this way about someone. (I don’t know if it was worth…
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We leave traces of ourselves everywhere. Initials are carved into trees. Locks are fastened to bridges. We paint, we journal, we write songs. Our newest obsession is scattering fragments of ourselves across social media, preserving thoughts that might otherwise vanish with the passing day. Why do we do this? The fear of being forgotten. We…
