august eighteenth
There was a time, when I considered myself younger than I do now, when I wrote the following. I used to believe that I could become anything. A strangely half-glimmering hope. A hope that was so bright it somehow felt cliché. I was still too young to say that the hope had faded, but its color had become too dull to say that it still shone the same way. When I see a child who is only about waist-high to me, I hesitate to casually tell them, “You can do anything, and you can be
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august thirteenth
Sometimes, it feels strange and precious that I am me. How, of all things, by what coincidence, did I come to be born as myself? It sends a chill down my spine to think that I will live this one-and-only life solely from my own perspective.
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august twelfth
Not long ago, I had a dream in which I was protecting someone. While they trembled under the blanket, I bought the things they needed and fought off the children who were bothering them. That someone was a person I knew, but in the dream, they seemed somehow younger than me, while at the same time seeming older than me. When I woke up, I thought that the strength to protect someone might not come from being strong. Perhaps what is needed is not strength, but a hand that can g
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august eleventh
Life these days feels like tea that has cooled for a few minutes—just the right temperature. It isn’t exactly thrilling, yet neither is it deeply unsatisfying. In truth, on days like this, I find myself with nothing particular to write. The days I feel compelled to write are usually the ones where my emotions are on a rollercoaster—days marked by intense anger, despair, or unhappiness. Conversely, on joyful days, I tend to steer clear of the written word. Perhaps it is becaus
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august tenth
First time in a while, I cooked myself dinner. Tonight’s menu was an omelet. Usually, I would crack two eggs and pour in a good amount of heavy cream, but since I was out of cream—and quite hungry—I opted for three eggs and a splash of milk instead. I chopped up onions, mushrooms, and tomatoes, sautéed them in olive oil, and used them as a topping for the eggs. We were out of basil, but there was some arugula meant for salads, so I generously piled it on and sprinkled some ch
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