i sometimes write at the end of some of my thoughts-incomplete. But then, isn't is all incomplete?! isn't how nature intends it to be?incomplete? so many conversations. so many relationships. so many lives, in so many ways.
incomplete.
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imagine life is a huge river. all of us are travelling in our individual boats. When we try to form relationships, we are wondering if the person on the other boat would make our journey better and if he/she is excited about their journey. we are always scared and vulnerable, but we jump our boat. sometimes, it works. sometimes, we have to find a new boat. always, carrying on with our own journey to a finish we have no idea about.
whatever that means.
incomplete.
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imagine life is a huge river. all of us are travelling in our individual boats. When we try to form relationships, we are wondering if the person on the other boat would make our journey better and if he/she is excited about their journey. we are always scared and vulnerable, but we jump our boat. sometimes, it works. sometimes, we have to find a new boat. always, carrying on with our own journey to a finish we have no idea about.
whatever that means.
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