Things are coming together. One way or another they always do. I heard a saying not too long ago that has stuck with me - "Everything is always ok in the end. If it's not ok, it's not the end." In my times of fear and despair, that saying has been really helpful.
Life seems to be lived in a series of events. I am starting to wonder if the thing that ties it all into a grand narrative rather than a series of vignettes, is children. Is having kids the thing that weaves the novella into a novel? Or is just a novella with kids in it.
Or is it just me? Do other people feel this sense of life being lived in short stories? And do our vignettes collectively become a grand narrative that we just aren't able to see while we are living it. Like seeing the forest through the trees.
I must be having a philosophical day.
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- i love olives. i love to dance.i write lists upon lists of anything i can think of putting into a list. i talk to myself. i think that life is a joy. i love road trips. i have two older sisters whom i adore. i talk a lot. i love the smell of rubber. i think that bunnies should never be kept in cages. i am rarely bored. i have a lot of theories. i believe that there is no such thing as bad taste in music, movies,tv, etc. if it excites, entertains, inspires or turns you on then I am glad you have found it. i believe in love. i believe in god. i love to be outside in the rain. i love pens and blank paper. i love my job. i am inspired by people who live large and act on their dreams. i have great friends. i think jim henson was a genius. i believe that we are all here to challenge, inspire and learn from each other.
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