Hello World,

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Space and time are all we have. A truth can be a lie, but can a lie be the truth?

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I used to think I wanted to help every lost soul. I used to also dream of joining a convent full of women, tucking myself away in their bliss. Thinking that the believers and devoted would be kind. Until I faced reality, people kinda suck! I’m a shit person too!

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I have spent time abroad, tucked away from all the chaos of my birth city. Hopping from one place to the next in search of something. I now stare mass hysteria in the face in the form of prophets preaching their madness on the subway, old haunts that no longer exist, and burned-out people too exhausted to even look others in the eyes.

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I knew this was coming deep in my soul, so I ran, so I was selfish. It is an odd thing to feel joy when the world is resetting itself. But I refuse to go back to sleep, to be held by the monster inside of my head. But I know when it is time to be modest. When it is time for the whore to be back under her roof.

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Do we invite problems into our lives by being dishonest with ourselves?

Yes. We betray ourselves by not listening to our honesty. Does it matter if someone else finds it to be a lie when you are housed in your own space? In that dwelling, you expand your mind to fill the spaces. So why not fill it with fantasy, indulgences, contemplation, study, and quiet scarifies?

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I have a challenge to shout into the world. On your day off, don’t schedule anything. Put your phone, laptop, and any other screened device away. I put my stuff in my closet. Keep a book, notepad/pen, and a glass of water near you. Awake to your internal clock. Stay put in bed, what do you reach for first?

I’ll leave the rest in your capable hands. Thank you for reading my first letter to the world. I hope to see you again soon.