Actions, Inactions, And The Language Of Loving Yourself
It often amazes me how despite the fact that we breath in life, humanity seems to as whole, live out lives of hyperventilated exhalations of death.
It often amazes me how despite the fact that we breath in life, humanity seems to as whole, live out lives of hyperventilated exhalations of death.
The world is a blur; a whirring uncatchable bolt of life—one that is filled with promise; promise that is mostly unfulfilled.
There’s a famous Chinese proverb that states a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step, but as I write this, I find myself afraid to take my […]