RISK EVERYTHING FEAR NOTHING


Dear someone watching from the shadows,
The policy is honesty and nothing is censored. The world is not made of atoms. It is made of stories.
These are some of mine.
I was born in China, grew up in a small country town, spent my next decade in the most isolated city in the world. I am now 3000 miles away, embarking on my next chapter. The air smells verdant and pure, I am surrounded by nature in bloom, and beautiful people who hold such exquisite stories.
I want to go everywhere, meet everyone, and do everything. I will.
Love, someone at the other end.


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lifeslittleinnuendos asked: Thanks for making me feel not so alone in my thoughts by nothing but the power of your words in your blog. There's a lot of life in your posts, both heartbreak and happiness. You have a gift, the ability to paint feelings and emotions with the construct of your written thoughts. To connect with people through shared sentiments even in very different situations. Write on. Your words are powerful and your views inspirational. You possess unbelievable talent. All the best, -lifeslittleinnuendos

This world is broken, but beautiful. It gets shivery and somber, we find ourselves cramped and crooked, and unable to know which path to walk down and which one to leave.  But sometimes, these forgotten fog-rimmed feelings are the most important, you know? It may all feel too real and raw and hard to deal with… but life is what we make it, whichever perspective we choose to see through, and really, it’s all we’ve got.

And yeah, I know being happy is hard. It’s temperamental. It’s exhausting. But you have to do things that scare the hell out of you sometimes. Have to kiss people that might not kiss you back. Have to get your hands a little dirty. Have to build things only to tear them down - only to burn them down and start all over. Think about what it means to change, what it means to start over, what it means to live. What it means to feel your knees buckling beneath the weight of all these beautiful things. Because it’s okay to be lonely. As long as you know that you’re not alone. And let me tell you, from one stranger to another, you are not alone.

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