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NOTHINandEVERYTHING

Published: Feb 24, 2011

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Flipping through the pages of a story once lived, dust flicks off into the air congesting my nasal cavity. I notice page 12 is dog-eared and there's a little note on the spine of the page that reads: "One day you will learn to shove aside your fears and insecurities and instead cling to your dreams and love your imperfections because they make you who are. If you can't even love yourself, how can one expect to find love elsewhere?" I try and think back on when I lost myself in the chase for something I'll never be able to catch. Perfection is unattainable but acceptance seems to be right around the corner; now I just need to find which one.

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