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There is a disparity in my light

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  There is a disparity in my light Clarity, I've learned, doesn't guarantee a smooth landing. While the core recalibration manages the internal mechanics, you eventually have to look back out the window and confront the destination. Looking for a new perspective and a striking contrast to normalised assumptions, there is an abstraction to sort through. The abstraction gives way to a jagged, real-world landscape. As the light of intention widens, the splitting of the universe is somehow centred. On one side, there is a blinding, geometric clarity . The sharp, glowing decisions are on the horizon. It slices into deeply set teal patterns of clinical acceptance. It is the architectural precision of a fully realised destination that is cold and uncompromising. On the other side of the divide, the residue of regret refuses to be neatly filed away. They are vibrant, bleeding magentas and crash heavily like a restless king tide that refuses to stop. This is the whole of me. I carry...
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Maybe we will find what we lost

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Maybe we will find what we lost

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"Do you remember the cottage?" she said.

"I do," he said. "The dust in the air, the way the light made it glow like gold... It felt alive, didn’t it?"

"It was alive," she said. "Because we were. Everything we touched felt real. It wasn’t about what we had; it was about what we dreamed."

"And we dreamed of this," he said, gesturing vaguely around them. "A life so vast, so full, it would drown out any doubt."

"But it hasn’t, has it?" she said. "The doubt is louder now than it ever was. It’s deafening."

"I hear it too," he said. "Every time I look at what we’ve built, it whispers that we’ve lost something more precious than we could ever gain."

"We lost ourselves," she said. "Or maybe we just left ourselves behind, somewhere back there, in the cottage, on that rug."

"Do you think we can go back?" he said.

"To the cottage?" she said. "No. The cottage is gone. But we can go back to what it meant. To what we were."

"And what were we?" he said.

"Believers," she said. "Not in wealth, not in power, but in each other. In that life we could create together, not apart."

"It’s strange," he said. "We’ve climbed so high, yet it feels like the ground is further away than ever."

"Because we stopped touching it," she said. "Stopped feeling it beneath our feet. And now, here we are, suspended in a life that feels... weightless."

"Weightless and empty," he said.

"But it doesn’t have to stay that way," she said.

"Do you really believe that?" he said.

"I do," she said. "Because I still hear the song. Do you?"

"The one from the cottage?" he said. "I thought I’d forgotten it. But now... now I think it’s been playing all along."

"It has," she said. "We just stopped listening. But if we can hear it again, we can follow it. It’s never too late."

"And if we follow it?" he said.

"Maybe we’ll find what we lost," she said. "Not the past, but the part of ourselves we left there."

"Together?" he said.

"Always together," she said.



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The path ahead may be uncertain, but it is filled with promise as we enter the unknown. We recognise that the search for meaning is a lifelong journey intricately connected to the ever-changing circumstances of our fortunate lives.


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