Public Transportation

A lot of philosophical thinking seems to happen on public transportation. The train, the bus, the commute in general. Its just part of the waiting. You think about your life, make up stories about the people around you, and listen to the hustle and bustle of the city. I create lives for those around me, who they are and what they do, how their clothes tell their stories. How the sad look in their eyes shows their struggle, but those new-looking shoes seem like a small win. How the briefcase versus backpack gives me an idea of full-time jobs or full-time students, sometimes even both. How the way they look out the window or at the other people around them, tells me they are making up stories about me too.

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Soft Smiles

Sometimes I don’t know what I’m doing in life, and sometimes I do. But yesterday was one of those days that I just felt like I was in the right place for once in my life. It was productive, active, amazing. And I’m so happy the school year is wrapping up to embark on bigger adventures, but at the same time, I wouldn’t mind reliving yesterday a few more times if I had the chance. Soft smiles for those of us who don’t know where we’re going, but are figuring it out a bit at a time.  Continue reading

I Want To Live An Extraordinary Life

I want to live an extraordinary life. Thats what I’ve decided. I want to see everything under the sun and find myself along the way. I want to experience new cities, breathe in new people, and create new feelings. I need to live freely, live lightly, and live breathlessly. I want cobblestone streets, turquoise blue waters, radiant green woods surrounding me. I want the whole world, the good and the bad, the rivers and the valleys, the mountains and the concrete skylines. I want warm coffee and cold nights and albums and albums full of photographs. I want to travel, I want to live, I want the world.

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Behind Closed Doors by B.A. Paris (A Review)

And another bites the dust (just kidding because I really enjoyed this one!). I know, I know, another mystery…what is wrong with me?! I’m kind of on a bit of a mystery-streak right now but thats okay, they’re great. I started and finished Behind Closed Doors, by B.A. Paris, yesterday in two sittings. I have to give a little shoutout to my sister-in-law and mother for giving me yet another book I thoroughly enjoyed and obviously couldn’t put down. It gave my Easter weekend the perfect ending touch of staying up late, reading my book, and eating all the little chocolate eggs that were leftover (not even sorry).

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