Thursday, February 28, 2013


Sometimes it is hard to just be.

I find myself having to do, to produce, bothered by unfinished tasks, thoughts, business. A place for everything and everything in its place... Order.


Do I somehow think that my doing makes me better?

When maybe, just maybe if I just was - I just let myself be, just the way I was created (chaotic, scattered, angsty, passionate, emotional) - I might just bloom in radiance.

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