My bird died. I wanted to bury it. It wasn’t my bird, to be fair, and it was a suicidal bird, nonetheless that ended up dying in my home. It’s strange how human beings find the most insignificant of things and decide to label them as their own. An extension of their own fragmented identity, […]
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Peace
Sunday, October 26, 2008 The most difficult thing in the world is not what most of us think it usually is like climbing the mount everest, bungy jumping for the first time, scuba diving, or simpler things like losing weight. It is simply making peace with the past. In other words, it means forgiving yourself […]