This poem, written by one of my favorite poets, Rainer Maria Rilke, is one that I think for any person who has traveled much and returned to a place where many never leave, rings deeply true. 98 more words
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As we get older, we change. We grow. We become solidified in some ways and more flexible in others. For many people, I’d assert to say that the world grows a little less “black and white” and a little more “gray” as we grow more into our own skin. 1,179 more words
Last night I had a quickie heart-to-heart with my good friend Roze.
After thinking I had experienced an epiphany, I wanted to ask her opinion on it. 1,012 more words