The Law of Attraction: Yay or Nay?

At the beginning of the year, while my family was emptying out cupboards, I came across a collection of my old school work that my mother had kept. Among these was a worksheet where we had been instructed to write what we wanted for our future. We must have been in grade 4. I was…

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A Travel Through Reality

A glimpse into the fate of many female children in India… #SupportTheGirlChild Blame is an escape. If we gave it a chance, the cunning emotion could turn our lives into a haven. Though what destiny gave us is what we receive. Why keep thirsty for something you will never earn?  My heart keeps on yearning…

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Unlimited Identities

Everyone has many facets to their personality — no one can be labeled or understood as just having one side to them. A high school teacher may present themselves as a poised and educated person; however, when they are on a night out with their friends they might drink a bit too much beer, let…

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Searching For Meaning

I was a self-absorbed child. Grasping for the steering wheel to follow my own route, disregarding others’ inclinations. The need to exert control over all aspects of my life was dizzying, and losing the reign was not an option. How could people treat themselves so lightly whilst doom mounted inside of me? I had always expected…

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I’m Changing.

Spiritually. Emotionally. Physically. Life has been very interesting these days. I find myself in the midst of myself. I didn’t know it was possible to get deeper in tune with myself, but here I am. It has been quite an interesting experience for me. I find myself not how I once was. And I can…

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The Tale of the Shining Shoes

Shiny shoes = an informal replacement for a mirror to admire yourself while farthest away from one of the greatest human inventions, i.e. a mirror. (This is the point where you judge a guy for purportedly overusing a mirror to admire himself).

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Breaking The Silence

When I first saw you experience anxiety and depression, you could not name it. Maybe you thought if you didn’t talk about it, it wouldn’t be real. Maybe you thought you had to be strong for us, to pretend that things were okay, that you weren’t hurting inside. You never had to say it out…

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