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May 2016
We are raised with the idea that we are wasting time. That everything we do will count towards something much greater than one could ever imagine. But when you are focusing so much on the idea of creating time worth living, you are not living. A vicious cycle of trying to make your time count when the time you should be counting is the time wasted. Live simply and love hard. Throw yourself into the new, sink your teeth into something sweet. Feel the rush of being alive in the moment. Don't count the days, let them happen and make do with the time allotted.
Nicole Whitticar
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