What happens when we attribute our self worth to our accomplishments? Our grades? To the system that chooses to label us with job titles, and degrees; a system that was constructed to tell us what our worth is, instead of the other way around.
Infinity wants nothing so much as to fit its limitless rampant vastness into the littlest of spaces.
Sometimes I imagine someone. It turns out to be no one. Unless...
I've imagined and caught slivers of miracles. But I want a full-blown miracle.
Everyone is the hero in their own story. But what about the stories other people tell?
Because sometimes you write your story down, even though you'd rather just scream.
Freedom drives my life, but maybe I need to transcend it.
The beauty of the Hebrew, the imposition of the commandment, and the laughter of the night, tie us together. I I forget everything; the picket lines, the ugly words, and the deep, searing, inner heartbreak of a people that have failed me.
Valentine Shmalentine, where're my Devorah-hearts at?
Bad treatment brings challenge, adventure, and humor if you open your mind.
