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Before the Lines: A preface

 It’s been a long time since I’ve written. Since I’ve truly ‌written for the sake of writing. For the longest time, I’ve felt like my words need to carry weight to be of value, and I’ve measured every new thought against my previous ones, always trying to outdo myself. Always striving for perfection. 

Lately, I’ve been exposed to many new colors in my life. A new pallete filled with many types of paint. And I‌ think I’m finally starting to see that words don’t carry weight based solely on what they say, but based on the person saying them. I’ve been discovering that my words carry inherent weight because of the trials, joys, and experiences I’ve endured. I need to learn to not be so hard on myself. I need to write not only the things that the world needs to hear, but the things my heart needs to say. I’ve been writing for others. It’s time I‌ write for myself. And in doing so, I‌ hope to discover an even deeper layer of beauty in this life :) But I‌ also hope to inspire my students. Theres a triple layer, at least how I see it:‌ There are the universal truths that I‌ write, and those, yes, need to be perfect. Then there are the individual journals that also need to be written. Most of what I‌ wish to say, however, fall in the cracks between. Perhaps… words speaking to the seasons that will in time fade, but… that Could ‌hold truth. Because after all, isn’t that beauty?‌ The subjectiveness of it all? And so… I‌ will write. Not limiting myself to themes, or rhyme, or reason… or even tying myself down to why I want to say what I need to say. I‌ will just say it. And trust that somewhere, sometime, someone hears it when they need to :)

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