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We Can Make A Difference

Making a difference – it’s not always about changing the world overnight, or even over several nights. It is, as I’ve recently realized, doing something for the smaller worlds inside this big one. It is not about something as temporary as fame, nor is it something that needs years of time or study. Being there… Continue reading We Can Make A Difference

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What Some Time Of Not Blogging Taught Me

Don’t keep looking for inspiration. It will come by itself, unexpectedly and unannounced. Continuously and consciously looking for it scares it away. Don’t wait too long for it either. Sometimes, you’ve got to pick up that pen and scribble away, or let your fingers tap away on that keyboard. Even if the writing does not… Continue reading What Some Time Of Not Blogging Taught Me

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“I knew when I met you an adventure was going to happen.”

Since I’m an only child, it’s not hard to see why I love my friends so much. My best friends are like siblings to me, and it’s fun to have family that you have chosen, who have different upbringings and different experiences, yet with so many things in common. But I also adore the concept… Continue reading “I knew when I met you an adventure was going to happen.”

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What Would She Say To Me?

If I met my younger self Oh, what would she say to me? To be calm, and unruffled, And to set my soul free? Would she tell me to look into the beyond To set my sight on sights much farther Than the tiny things yelling for my attention And to look sometimes at the… Continue reading What Would She Say To Me?

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We’re All In This Together

Right from the time I was a kid, I loved forming groups and doing something creative and spontaneous together. Perhaps it was because of all the Enid Blyton books I’d read. I loved coming up with names for groups to do something or the other. In the fourth grade, my friends and I formed groups… Continue reading We’re All In This Together