I found out I wanted to write a book about life, or there would be no book at all

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Why about life? Because everything in life is so awful and beautiful. Every little thing created on this world is so pretty, every little thing so atrocious. Because nothing seems to exist in life isolated from another thing. Can you believe it, can you personally reconcile it? I cannot, for sure. I cannot believe the webs of relationships between the most beautiful and horrid things in life, which is why I have always wanted to write about them. Can this ever happen, on a blog? I DON’T KNOW! @_@ inshallah I hope so.

https://saintalia.wordpress.com/2021/05/22/i-am-not-impressed

I’m starting to think I want to have a daughter someday

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Somehow this reminds me of our connection to God, whoever that may be. I nurture my puppy, and she nurtures me. God nurtures me, so I can nurture my puppy. And I please God by doing good deeds and loving others. Love is what connects us all to one another, and love is that feeling of happiness when you discover how much that person or dog’s existence means to you. Someone once explained to me: perfect circles don’t exist in nature, but we know that they exist. In the same way, there must be a perfect version of a person, and the journey of becoming closer to that person, or God, is what life is for. That made a lot of sense to me.

https://pinkestsummer.wordpress.com/2021/05/16/self-awareness