there’s always something like baby shoes on a wire to be discovered
what we remember is oftentimes not what was but what we wanted
it doesn’t take much effort to turn something bland into something nice
what we are given doesn’t matter unless we also give it back
we cannot predict how someone crossing our paths will affect our lives
we can resist change but only at the risk of being unprepared
what we are seeing our brain tries to make sense of sometimes it just can’t
there are some places that make me stop and wonder; what happens in there?
the security we put in place need not be greater than the threat
what keeps us apart is someone else pointing out our differences
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