The Rightest Way
Part of me hopes you have no clue what you did to me, and the other hopes you do. Because if you didn’t know, that means I’m not defending a villain. But if you did, then at least I know my pain is justified.
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Part of me hopes you have no clue what you did to me, and the other hopes you do. Because if you didn’t know, that means I’m not defending a villain. But if you did, then at least I know my pain is justified.
My own thoughts. Based on the song, “In Another World,” by EJAE.
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I’ve been home since May, which means I’ve been out of college for almost six months now. That’s wild to say out loud. What’s wilder is that I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve actually seen my college friends since graduation. Not because we had some falling out. Not because anyone
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Even though reading had been such a chore, I discovered an enjoyment of writing my own stories. I found myself easily filling several pages in a notebook with my wondrous ideas. At least as wondrous as they could be for a 12-year-old.[…]
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Humans are messy creatures. If we know anything, we know that. Can we just embrace the human existence and leave perfection to Pizza? Because honestly that is the only thing I find needing no work.
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When you enter a realm with no one as your safety blanket, you become a version of yourself that holds these people.
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I am so broken hearted for the good people in the world. Not the nice or the seemingly well-mannered or the everyday individual, for the good. The people who do nothing but try and help. The people who are kind for no reason. The givers. The wont stop fighters. The educators. The truth-tellers. The people who live their lives aloud and bring joy others along the way. The ones who beam light into the world.
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They say the new year is a time for fresh starts, but I’ve never been one to put much stock in arbitrary calendar dates. Still, as I sit here in my apartment on the first couple days of 2025, watching the January light cast long shadows across my bedroom floor, I can’t help but feel
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“Hey Darlin’” sends warmth down my spine. I am home and feel loved by the stranger who did not make eye contact with me as they greeted me. Grease thickens the air. *** The air outside is stiff, muggy, and angry. This environment should welcome no one. Yet, the cicada’s song, sticky southern summer heat,
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The coffee spilled down the car’s jet black exterior. The small girl had left the coffee cup resting on top of the car’s trunk. I waited inside the coffee shop for the wrath from hell.
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(Drawn to the path) I walked through the fields of sunflowers. I am within myself-enamored- By the warmth which the golden petals empower.
I’ve never claimed to be lucky in matters of the heart. As for smart? That’s a judgment others have been eager to withhold from me. Some might call this piece a confession, others a cautionary tale. However, I’m not seeking absolution, and you can choose to digest and interpret my story as you will. Regardless,
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“I have written so many letters that you’ll never get. They might be some of my best works and it kills me to know that I won’t send them to you. I want to, but I know better. It seems I’m always the writer of masterpieces you’ll never read. I’m tired of writing these letters. So this will be the last of them.”
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And just like that, the switch was flipped, and my body shut down. It wouldn’t be until the next day that I realized how incredibly uncomfortable that floor in the living room was. Meanwhile, for one very strange evening, my dreamland was Birdland. My dreams tend to be vibrant, to put it mildly, but rarely do famous personnages wander my dreamscape. There are no naked Indians sharing the secrets of the universe with me, or bestowing upon me the gift of prophecy. But that night, Charlie “The Yardbird” Parker was sitting on my rent-a-couch offering his wise counsel.
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But then something odd happened. One morning as I was pulling myself together for the day, I ran across a file for Louis Armstrong and His Hot Five on my laptop, hit play, and felt the world stop. I’d listened to those recordings a thousand times. But there in Damascus, a city that somehow manages to give off both Biblical and East-Germany-in-the-70s vibes, it sounded different. It sounded like it fit. There amidst the minarets, I’d stumbled upon my own call to prayer.
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I was born a writer. Born a thinker. Born an asker of questions. But somewhere along the way, I was overcome by fear. Fear of failure. Fear of being weak. Fear of acknowledging my own weakness. Fear of success. Fear of my own greatness and the responsibility that it comes with. The responsibility I have
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