"Why do you want to travel," she asked me.
"Because," I began, a faint smile tracing my lips, "I want to seek out all the quiet and hidden places in the world. I want to find the baroque pearls and invisible gems overlooked as 'pedestrian' and 'common,' the minuscule and infinitesimal beauty that exists everywhere that we fail to see, the beauty that exists inside fleeting moments, passing by never to return. That, to me, is the purpose of life."
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Thoughts I Never Intended to Share
SpiritualIt takes me a long time to write my stories. I write in spurts, bursts of energy which come once every few weeks. In between, I have a million thoughts in my head that come and go as they please. Every once in awhile, I'll write them down. These are...
