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How is it June? Without warning, a good hunk of 2015 has departed us, just like that. And it’s something I don’t feel good about; not that one ever really does. I’m irked because this signals a mere six months until another bloody birthday intrudes (umm Universe, I’m still reeling from the last one thank you). How is it that time becomes so fleeting as we age? Simply waning and dissipating unreasonably, far too abrupt in withdrawing its friendship with us. And we can’t help but feel terribly hurt by this betrayal, scorned even at times. We become obsessive over it, moan and lament over how little time there inevitably is, especially in ones day. And ain’t it the truth though? There are never enough hours in a day.

Then again, what one dwells upon most, becomes their reality no? What you think about, you bring about. So we should focus our energies towards greener pastures, on positivity, but it’s hard to do so when life seems intent on reminding you about time. Time, a precious commodity these days and an absolute c***, as is perfection. I’m finding it best to remind myself that what is done, is done and to keep the past in the past. Time travel is not quite within our grasps so it can’t be undone anyway. Today however is right here before us and it deserves a little appreciation because tomorrow is not guaranteed. I’ve decided to make more of an effort with today while simultaneously taking substantial risks, greater than those I embarked on nearly four years ago. I know I’m not the only one who could relate to these words, in fact it was through conversation with friends that we’d noted the error of our ways. In being too involved and absorbed with perfection, with our past and possible future and in being far too immersed with the highlight reel of peers we’d simply forgotten about the present and what was right there before us. Because there is always good in each day, we just have to notice it. Be it a smile from a loved one or stranger, a cuddle from a special furry friend, a Monet-like painted sky or a block piece of decadent chocolate, good can always be found.

Fuck perfect, just go with it.


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sonia // daring coco
sonia // daring coco

metaphoric love child of debbie harry and stevie nicks. weaver of words. infatuated with shoes.

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