The art of growth and the shift in one’s being. I recognize the beauty of fragility and the loss of it in strength, or what seems to be strength. We dare to mask ourselves and inhibit a dark shell full of moss and constricting space, but what is beyond those borders is something far more charming. The evolution of one’s thoughts, ideas, dreams, and adventures become the full character of the true self. They say that age limits our mobility but through the expanding distance we achieve through time, that is when we are most free. Free of glaring intentions, tender hands, and wrinkled foreheads; free of the hovering shelter that seems to blind the willing.
“There was thirst and hunger, and you were the fruit.
There were grief and ruins, and you were the miracle.”
— Pablo Neruda
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“I like the sea: we understand one another. It is always yearning, sighing for something it cannot have; and so am I.” — Greta Garbo
Olive Cotton - Max Dupain After Surfing, 1939