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I’m stuck at a crossroad, where my mind, body and spirit are trying to meet. They are trying to move at the same pace, move on the same beat. But they fail to do so. They are always nearly in sync, but they always stop in their tracks before meeting. Almost like an acquaintance who looks familiar but you are hesitant to say hello. That ‘hello’ never transpires, that ‘hello’ never meets that familiar looking person, just as my mind, body, and spirit never meet.
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Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 1:29 PM UTC
Mind. Body. Spirit.
I’m stuck at a crossroad, where my mind, body and spirit are trying to meet. They are trying to move at the same pace, move on the same beat. But they fail to do so. They are always nearly in sync, but they always stop in their tracks before meeting. Almost like an acquaintance who looks familiar but you are hesitant to say hello. That ‘hello’ never transpires, that ‘hello’ never meets that familiar looking person, just as my mind, body, and spirit never meet.
nadia-a
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Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 1:29 PM UTC
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