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I don’t think I was meant to know what my cousin's girlfriend ate this morning, and what Taylor Swift’s relationship problems are. All in matters of seconds. All before drinking my morning tea.
I think I was meant to hear the birds sing. The wind play the leaves like an instrument. The ants climb my feet in the clovers to collect the morning dew.
I think I was meant to care about no more than 20 people. Learn their favourite dish and how to prepare it. Learn to do their hair and share moments of peace. Listen and receive them all, fully, them.
I don’t think I was meant to swipe on a partner, or click on a new blouse. Certainly, this is not what the world intented for me. Or you.
I think I was meant to create and love until my soul gave out. Not consume. Not pretend. Not pass through this world carelessly.
I want to be part of nature’s cycle, not capitalism’s.
Sublime reset. Your writing is succinct, clean, profound and powerful. My high school French isn’t enough to help me understand the remaining post that I intend to read. I’ll have to wait until I’m on my PC for a translation, but if it’s anything like the other three posts, I’m sure I’ll love it.
Glad to find you.
You show us our way back home .