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If I walked into the sunset, would the sun never set? Would it always hang in the sky in limbo with moonrise? If i watched for a butterfly, would it never come to me? If I turned my back to everything I fear, will I be living my life? If I wait for tomorrow, will I have the chance that I’ve been waiting for? For a girl like me, time is finite so patience is the last thing I can offer anyone, even to myself.
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When you cry for a week over spilled milk, you lose sight of where the mop is and the milk ends up rotting in front of you. The smell gets so foul but because you’ve sniffled so much, your sense of smell is stuffed up, you don’t even notice. Of course, when you start to see that the milk is just a liquid that will eventually dry out and disappear, it only leaves a stain on the floor for a few weeks or so. But if you wash it, you’ll have a clean floor, fresh air, and a new glass of milk that might even be better than the one you spilled. It was meant to be that it spilt, so they say. You’ll have a new glass of milk that could be better.
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Disney is known for a lot of things. It can be blamed for a lot as well. Who else would twist a fairy tale story where the main female commits suicide into a happily ever after with her prince charming. I’m sure Hans Christen Anderson must have choked watching that, if he can watch in heaven or hell or…purgatory…his new life…wherever he is. That’s not to say I didn’t enjoy it. I loved “The Little Mermaid” but it’s also very idealistic. Aside from the whole concept of prince charming, maids being rescued, finding your one true love at first glance, Disney movies have that “je ne sais quoi” that appeals to each and every individual. It some how isn’t just a movie. It becomes a life that extends beyond the screen. It came to me one day talking to this man about Disney movies that the movie we absolutely love seems to reflect who we are.
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There are different people from all walks of life that tread the same earth. Even those who have never left their hometown and those who have traveled far and wide, there have been thousands of years prior of others who have walked, swam, and even crawled on those exact same path. In a world of “ME” where the center is your own ego, you forget that there are other people around whose shoes you can’t walk in but whose path you can walk on. Though only an observer, you can try to see where each person comes from and try to understand how they feel. Only the selfish cannot understand that life is not just about “me” but also about “you” and “them” on different levels of priorities.
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New York City. 2008. There are about 19 million people in this wonderful crazy town. Every night, I walk out of work, the lights are still on in every building. I forget that sometimes, I work in the busiest city in the world. Night sometimes looks like day and day is like a never ending parade. It’s a lonely town even in all it’s 19 million crawling inhabitants and of course, the commuters and the tourists. Milan Kundera wrote in his novel “The Unbearable Lightness of Being” that New York is an unintentional beauty and “beauty by mistake’-the final phase in the history of beauty.” Sometimes this beauty, this romance is lost in this city of speed and change. Maybe the people have gone jaded. But to me, romance is never lost. It’s just misplaced in the rush of work and the loneliness that you feel in this city.
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As an onlooker to those involved, acquainting anew, and falling apart, love seems to be overcomplicated and stretched taut. In theory, such love between two people in both the physical and emotional sense is simple. It is an act between these two creature who care for each other with no debt or pity involved. It is the longing of one another’s company in both friendly and amorous ways. Love is not bounded by time and cannot be counted by human hand so why must we start complicating it by human ideas?
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If feelings were easily swayed, I’d asked to be a pendulum that tells time. But since I’m not, I’d rather be a compass that tells direction. And the direction that I’ve taken all my life has had mixed reviews. I have made many wrong impressions. I have made many right choices. But a compass is never constant. There are times that North will point to the south pole.
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Wishes are like the deepest, darkest desire that not even you can dictate. They are a coincidence waiting to happen, a surprise meant to take your breath away, a force far from reach. They are the whispers from your heart. The sighings of your soul. The desire that pulses from within. If they were not these, they would not be a wish. They would not require beliefs, prayers, and dreams for them to come true. Yet, people keep saying that if you do not think about it, it’ll eventually come your way. Do they really mean you have to pretend amnesia or that you bury these wishes in the farthest abyss?
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