it's not about the bucket list (it's about you)
I released the tight grip I had on my future, the one full of roaming and newness and few looks back at the past. I let go of all that, and in turn ...
I released the tight grip I had on my future, the one full of roaming and newness and few looks back at the past. I let go of all that, and in turn got peace. A calm heart. A fresh set of eyes to appreciate the mountain ranges cocooning my hometown in cozy and daring glory.
I had to come to terms with myself to really come to terms with the world...
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