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Stop comparing where you’re at with where everyone else is. It doesn’t move you farther ahead, improve your situation, or help you find peace. It just feeds your shame, fuels your feelings of inadequacy, and ultimately, it keeps you stuck. The reality is that there is no one correct path in life. Everyone has their own unique journey. A path that’s right for someone else won’t necessarily be a path that’s right for you. And that’s okay. Your journey isn’t right or wrong, or good or bad. It’s just different. Your life isn’t meant to look like anyone else’s because you aren’t like anyone else. You’re a person of your own with a unique set of goals, obstacles, dreams, and needs. So stop comparing, and start living. You may not have ended up where you intended to go. But trust, for once, that you have ended up where you needed to be. Trust that you are in the right place at the right time. Trust that your life is enough. Trust that you are enough.

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My twin brother was diagnosed with brain cancer two weeks ago completely out of the blue.

 
He doesn’t drink, smoke, do drugs or anything we are told is detrimental to one’s health. 
 
As our future’s unfold into an obstacle course with fences so high we can’t see the top I believe the only way forward is to relinquish control, accept the inexplicable and enjoy life’s pleasures wholeheartedly while we are all lucky enough to do so. 
 
With an innate positivity I intend to live as if there is no tomorrow and i’d like to invite you to join me. 
 
Seriously, DO NOT sweat the small stuff. 
 
He will climb the fence and I’ll climb it with him. I’d carry him if I could. 
 
 
 
 

Gravity

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If I were a helium balloon

you’d be holding my ribbon tight.

I’d float a steady distance from your hand.
I’d sway gently in the zephyr
shining subtly in street lamp light.
I’d speak in movement only you will understand.

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On the train this morning a man was eroding my flesh with his eyes. I glanced at him momentarily in the hope that it would unlock his stare. After a few more minutes of his soul boring gaze I came to the obvious conclusion that he was a cannibal and in the process of deciding whether I’d taste better cooked simply with some onion and garlic or given a bit of a kick with some chilli too. I looked at the pale flesh on my hands then met his stare.”Chilli?” I blurted out.  “Yes!” He nodded and rubbed his hands together, confirming his hungry intentions.