Brazil is removing a lot of anger from my spirit. It is not always a pleasant experience.
Understanding the life of another is not an easy task. In fact, I'll go as far as to say it is impossible. The best we can do is capture a second of it, and try to imagine the rest.
Sometimes there is no direct command. Sometimes you have to read between the lines. And those lessons are to test your ability to think beyond obedience.
The more I think about it, Flora checks out, in every single way I can think of. And to be honest, sometimes it pisses me the fuck off.
Viva São Miguel!
I once borrowed a friend's USB drive to have some photos printed. It always seems like an excuse when someone says, "Wait, those pictures aren't mine." Sucks when it's actually true.
It's been a fucked up past couple of months. And now I'm training to enter the forest. God.
It's funny between Flora and I. Anytime one of us accept a piece of hard advice from the other, we feel bad for saying it the moment after.
You know, it's like anytime a relationship is going through a rough patch, we think that another person is the solution, like they are the answer, no problems. But everyone is fucked up in some way. It's like at least w/ Flora I kinda sorta know what I'm getting into and it's not that bad. I mean most of is good, but the bad parts, it's not THAT bad.
I am of the belief that one should always follow their heart, but it is also important to be aware of the things that influence the heart, and the intentions of those influences. The heart, it is wise and naive at the same time.
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