An honest word

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All of these posts, messages, poems, photos, quotes etc are from my very own collection. This blog is for my enjoyment and passion of writing! Everything is my honest word, sometimes I have a lot worked up on my mind and just publish them. They are all still a work in process, as well as my blog. Everything is from my heart and holds a special place there. I open myself to the public, not for attention but to spread love and peace .

I have learned so much about myself and life this past couple of years and I would love to share everything with those who are interested. The mind is always curious, I hope those in need of a good word, inspirational quote or mood changing photo come across my blog! I am here to share my experiences, inner feelings and desires-a new path in my life!

Reading and learning should no longer be a task or a hassle, simply a way of life. We are such a young, vibrant and connected generation. Lets all unite, share stories in order to grow and become relatable. Information is all around us, the ability to re invent yourself is never ending. The way you interpret a passage or a person varies, the way you feel always controls your interest in them.

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I send all of you positive vibes and always a kind word 🙂

The Fear of Missing Our Youth

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Are we Human? OR are we Dancers?

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I was driving on Route 16 between New Hampshire and Maine the other day, ferrying my co-workers from the Appalachian Mountain Club’s Lakes of the Clouds hut to my house in Rangeley for a night of relaxation after closing the backcountry hut for the season. The sparsely populated woodland highway was pitch dark, we had already seen three moose come out onto the road, and we were talking about our fears. Two seemed to be louder than the rest: the fear of settling down and the fear of not having enough time to do everything we wanted. What if there wasn’t enough time? What if the adventure came to an end before we wanted it to? These fears, palpable and real to everyone in the car, all of us twenty-two and twenty-three years old, echoed out into the blackness of the night. Out to the rest of our generation. To…

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