We talk about being pieces.
Of hims and hers. Of moments. Of pain and happiness.
To say we are made of pieces, no.
I am made up of wholes.
Hims and hers. Of moments. Of pain and happiness.
The magnitude of those entities are unimaginable blessings.
They are wholes. What an injustice to the accumulation of our beings to label them as merely, pieces.
We are all made up of wholes.
Hims and hers. Of moments. Of pain and happiness.
I am whole without them, but with them. I am much more.
And my life is about being more.
//I am made up of wholes//
Feb 20, 2019
Feb 20, 2019 at 2:11 PM UTC
We talk about being pieces.
Of hims and hers. Of moments. Of pain and happiness.
To say we are made of pieces, no.
I am made up of wholes.
Hims and hers. Of moments. Of pain and happiness.
The magnitude of those entities are unimaginable blessings.
They are wholes. What an injustice to the accumulation of our beings to label them as merely, pieces.
We are all made up of wholes.
Hims and hers. Of moments. Of pain and happiness.
I am whole without them, but with them. I am much more.
And my life is about being more.
//I am made up of wholes//
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