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pi.frz
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genau dass will ich ja nicht😌👌
2021-01-10 02:11:10
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sorani730
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Sie will die Bestätigung
2021-02-04 23:53:18
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laura.mrtnk
L a u r a 🥀 :
Du bist doch wunderschön🥺 Merk dir das und sag es dir vor dem Spiegel immer wieder🌌
2021-01-09 23:23:49
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September I feel like I’ve been on the move most of my life.  It might be a result of growing up in this city of New York that runs a mile a minute.  Or it might be my penchant for never ending curiosity, where I need to feel intellectually stimulated at all times of day.  I felt normal being on the move. It’s why I’ve often found peace on my commutes. May it be on planes, trains, or automobiles. The fact that I was sitting down in the passenger seat off whatever vehicle taking me god knows where, felt comforting to me.  But I’m at a stage of my life where I’m tired of moving. I just want to be still. And it’s scary. Because stillness feels like death. Or to a lesser extent, it feels like boredom.  Recently, I’ve wondered why I don’t meet more people with a true ‘joie de vivre’ a joy of life. At first I think it was just specific individuals riddle with plights that dampen their light.  Then I started find societal reasons for this perceived lack of joy. And then I started to think this was just the normal human condition.  But then as I sat in silence at a dinner with someone, it dawned on me that it was me who was lacking a joy of life. No one can take or give you a joy for life. It has to bloom from within. My perpetual need for motion felt like I was enjoying life, but that was superficial. Because when met with silence, I felt empty. And I couldn’t handle that feeling. So I’m reaffirming an old intention I had: to embrace the slowness of life, the stillness of moments, and the silence in conversations. To be okay with doing and being nothing. When one surrenders to the silence, then a true joy of life will arise.
September I feel like I’ve been on the move most of my life. It might be a result of growing up in this city of New York that runs a mile a minute. Or it might be my penchant for never ending curiosity, where I need to feel intellectually stimulated at all times of day. I felt normal being on the move. It’s why I’ve often found peace on my commutes. May it be on planes, trains, or automobiles. The fact that I was sitting down in the passenger seat off whatever vehicle taking me god knows where, felt comforting to me. But I’m at a stage of my life where I’m tired of moving. I just want to be still. And it’s scary. Because stillness feels like death. Or to a lesser extent, it feels like boredom. Recently, I’ve wondered why I don’t meet more people with a true ‘joie de vivre’ a joy of life. At first I think it was just specific individuals riddle with plights that dampen their light. Then I started find societal reasons for this perceived lack of joy. And then I started to think this was just the normal human condition. But then as I sat in silence at a dinner with someone, it dawned on me that it was me who was lacking a joy of life. No one can take or give you a joy for life. It has to bloom from within. My perpetual need for motion felt like I was enjoying life, but that was superficial. Because when met with silence, I felt empty. And I couldn’t handle that feeling. So I’m reaffirming an old intention I had: to embrace the slowness of life, the stillness of moments, and the silence in conversations. To be okay with doing and being nothing. When one surrenders to the silence, then a true joy of life will arise.

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