It is no bad thing to celebrate a simple life



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"But then it passed, as all things do."

c0deinee:

I just wanna hold your stupid hand and make you laugh and kiss you a lot ok

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syndeton:
“ Bali, Indonesia by GothPhil on Flickr.
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mor-fiend:
“But try with your books and degrees
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I grew up thinking that in order to live a happy life, I had to get good grades and go to a prestigious university and get a highly paid job. But as I grew older I began to realise that in order to life a happy life, I had to choose it for myself and not live a life that others expect of me, whether it be your parents, teachers or friends. This is your life.

I made a decision that I didn’t want to be successful and live in a big house with fancy cars in the drive. So, I packed my bags and got out of this little town that had suffocated me for the last 18 years and drank coffee in small shops in Germany, chased the Horizon in Australia, woke up with a mountain view in Singapore. How beautiful is it to know that your feet have walked the grounds of many different countries and your skin has felt the air of many busy cities.

Please darling, do not get lost in society’s belief that you are only successful if you have a well paid job, like I once had. As humans, we are going to die, that is one thing we are guaranteed in life. What will you care about the most while lying on your death bed, your fancy cars, big house? Or the stories and experience you have encountered on the journey of this beautiful thing called life?

So there’s one thing I ask of you: please travel. Whether you’re 21 or 49. It is never too early nor too late so see the beautiful world.

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A lack of words

I have given up any attempt at trying to form the right words, or sentences, to explain your absence. I have accepted that no word in this language or the next will adequately capture the ragged, still-dripping hole that exists in my heart because you’re gone. I have turned away from the journals and the tongue in an attempt to not turn your death into a plea for pity or attention. So I will leave it at this: I miss you. I miss you in a way that is grueling, heavy, and draining, each and every day. Some are easier, some are harder, and so it goes. I miss you in a way that no other person on this earth can understand, I miss the moments we should have had together: my wedding day, my 21st birthday (and every birthday before and after that I will spend without you), my graduation day, and so on. These are moments that my sisters cannot empathize with, or my father, or my uncles, aunts, and cousins. They undoubtably ache in their own ways that I will be unable to fully comprehend, and we all will carry it until we join you in the world that comes next. So I will leave it at this: I miss you, I miss all of the large and small moments that I had with you, and everything that came between them. I love you. And I will continue to try to honor your memory, and my grief, with anything but words that will only define a fraction of the emotion behind them.

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mrwcase:
“You and me. Together. Always on the porch.
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sixpenceee:
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hannahkemp:
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“First Tumblr post.
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Wowza. First photo I ever posted on here. December 21 2015
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