Postmarked Letters

Dear Past Me,

Please know that everything will work itself out in the long run. The emotional toll you tax on yourself only makes it harder.

Love more.

Cherish those around you more.

Forgive more, just don’t forget everything it taught you.

Let toxic people leave, don’t be afraid to help them if they act like they lost the way to the door.

Love yourself. Don’t let silly thoughts affect your day to day activities.

Love, Future Me


Is it possible to honestly love multiple people?

Statistacally speaking most people date 5 to 6 people in life, for longer then a few months. Is it possible to honestly love each and every one of them?

Each one of them gets a different version of you, seeing as it comes at a different stage, or season, of your life.

Does that mean that version of yourself will always love that person you were with? When that situation dissolved, did it birth newer version and leaves the old behind like a snake when he sheds his skin?

Hindsight shows the reasons you broke up, the fight to put yourself back together and how you move on. The memories that surface at times however make you miss the moments.

I spend too much time telling people its the version of themself that they are missing and it is not the person themself.

My main question remains though. Is that honestly love that you feel with each one of them? Or some fancy version of lust?

Looking for advice

What culture or period of history interests you the most?

What is the thing about it that we are failing at teaching our children?

I am in love with history but I feel like we are failing at teaching our youth what they need to know for the future.

Fun side of learning

There is something comical about the idea that social media has now taught me more about household appliances then owner manuals or school.

Thats all.

Happy Spring ❤️

Here is to hoping the weather near you isn’t trying to be too weird.

Embrace the dirty air

There is something to be said about ciry living that just can’t be explained with words. There is a feeling that you feel, deep inside. Sometimes it’s an immediate hate, letting you know early on that this is not the lifestyle for you.

The rest of us step outside and take a deep breath of dirty air. We embrace the chaos of too many people around us. The long lines at our coffee shops don’t bother us, we just know to plan for them.

The feeling comes with knowing there is always something to do. Middle of the day on a tuesday? Museums, parks, clubs, gyms, classes, you name it. It is all available if you look. It may require a bus or three, maybe if you are lucky, a city train or trolly.

Some people need hammocks, trees and open spaces all the time.

Others need chaos.

The Lost and Found

At the end of the day we all still seem to have the same goal.

To live a happy life, surrounded by other living beings that love us, and the ability to relax.

Sure we all have our paths to get there, and what we expect along the way, but the end goal is where we all meet up again. Right?

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