Staying Inspired.

For many reasons, I am fortunate to have found blogging .One reason being the amazing, like-minded people, I get to meet. A few weeks ago I received an email from an incredibly talented women
– Evi – a.k.a. Echo Ink
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Evi told me how she can relate to my writing and with that, she reminded me that we are all on different, yet such similar journeys. We are all searching for our purpose and the ability to find out who we truly are. We are all desperate to find a way to cope. A way to find a moment of silence when our thoughts are too loud. 

I found my peace with writing – as has Evi – although I believe her true happiness is found within the creases and folds of her beautiful art. I couldn’t thank Evi more for sharing her work with me. As soon as I received her package, I had to find out more!

Upon questioning, Evi told me that the paper she uses comes from various books and magazines that she has left over from her undergrad program. She has found a powerful sense of pride in turning something so demanding from her past, into something she is proud of today.

The love shows in her work.

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I am truly honoured to have been able to come across Evi’s strength and kindness. She illustrates the road I hope I’m on, as she is a voice of encouragement for all ‘twenty-something’s’. I look forward to building a friendship and hearing more of her story.

Please take the time to visit Evi’s Blog and Etsy Shop!

Tell Your Tragedy.

Use the dirt on your hands to help them build their own castle in the sand.
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You don’t have to write a novel, fill a gallery with art or direct a play to tell your story. Find a way that works. Find a way to tell your tragedy. To inspire the ones on the same path. Your story is the cuts beneath your skin. The bags beneath your eyes. The dirt beneath your nails. Not everyone can see and not everyone will understand but, the ones that do need you to use the dirt on your hands to help them build their own castle in the sand.


	

You’re Human.

Your life may be hard but it means that you’re living and the fact that you’re living, means you’ve done something right.

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Your family may fight but it shows that they’re there. Your job may be boring but it means you still have one. Your skin may be flawed but it means that you’ve grown. Your mistakes may be bad but it means that you’re human. Your smile may be temporary but it means there’s still hope.

Your life may be hard but it means that you’re living and the fact that you’re living, means you’ve done something right.

 

Life Is Simply Existence.

Life is simply existence until you truly start to live.
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A house isn’t a home without the people beneath the roof. A vacation isn’t worth the trip without the culture you embrace. A friendship isn’t more then company until you learn to let them in and a relationship is only lust until you find someone to love. A job is simply work until you’re doing something worthwhile and your life is simply existence until you truly start to live.


	

Because Of You.

It’s bittersweet getting through something
with the very person who put you through it.
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Sometimes I like that I believed your lies because it meant I thought the best of you. Sometimes I like how hard I tried to make things work, because it meant I was open to the idea of you. Sometimes I like the times things went wrong, because it meant I was willing to fight for you.

It’s bittersweet getting through something with the very person who put you though it, but I’m so glad I did because it meant life hasn’t yet, made me cold to the idea of love. And that’s because of you.


	

Fate Has No Patience.

I offer to lose you time and time again; hoping fate will tire and move on. Turns out fate has those same plans for me.
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To lose you is to admit defeat to a world that works against us. A world offended by simple love. To lose you is to hate the universe for the happiness it takes to soon. The futures it cuts too short. I offer to lose you time and time again; hoping fate will tire and move on. Turns out fate has those same plans for me.

Fate has no patience. No hesitance. No we’ll see how it goes. No mercy on the love letters or the people who sign them. Fate gives you a box of tools and the hands to use them. Gives you people to love and the hands to hold them.

Fate’s a coincidence that works out. A consequence meant to last. This is the last time I’ll lose you, as I fight an impossible battle but as fate has promised, this will one day make sense.