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What a curse it would be to fall in love, curse as in a true dysphemism, unpleasant and derogatory. To not belong to yourself. To spend your life picturing a vivid contour of what love looks like, only for your heart to unwillingly contradict your mind and fall head first in love with the last person you expect. But what a curse it would be to never fall in love, to spend your life waiting and never lend your heart and soul to anything or anyone. To never lose yourself to passion, never share a feeling of uncontrollable emotion, never run a temperature and lay awake all night, a slave to obsessive adoration. Being cursed for eternity to lose yourself seems like a small price to pay, to live in the fulfilling world of people who have been blessed with the pain of being in love and being loved.

To embrace every little feeling you've ever fallen in love with feeling, to never regret, to love yourself fully and unconditionally, to take life moment by moment, to let the music fill your soul, to feed your desires, to never be afraid of the future, to believe everything happens for a reason, to never worry about the unknown, to challenge your boundaries everyday, to wear what you feel good in, to meditate, to be the person you feel like being, to never waste the slightest bit of time, to constantly create, to be passionate about every action you undertake, to dance around the kitchen, to sing as loud as you can, to run as fast as you can, to love as much as you can and to live as much as you can.  Then, and only then, will be the time I settle for somewhat satisfied.  

Sometimes, a song can speak louder than words, when I have a feeling that I do not have the vocabulary to express, I accumulate a playlist of emotions that reflect how I feel on the inside. Whether it be the vibe, one short lyric or an attached memory, they somehow, each in an individual way, make me feel more complete, or less bottled up. This is the playlist I have composed (and have been listening to on repeat) in the past 2 days. Which is more personal, but I have no words. Enjoy all the feelings I've been so passionately feeling throughout the weekend; 1. Rich girl, Daryl Hall + John Oates 2. Look After You, The Fray 3. Chasing Cars, Snow Patrol 4. Miles Away, Winger 5. Days Like This, Van Morrison 6. Run To You, Bryan Adams 7. Still Of The Night, Whitesnake 8. Pictures Of You, The Last Goodnight 9. Everywhere, Fleetwood Mac 10. More Than A Feeling, Boston 11. Pour Some Sugar On Me, Def Leppard 12. Snap Out of It, Arctic Monkeys 13. Dani California, Red Hot Chill

Some nights, you feel more than others. Some nights you fall asleep quickly escaping the unintended stress you put on yourself leaving no room for any other feelings. But some nights, your heart bursts open, you sit in the bottom of the shower as your feelings pour out your chest and fog up the glass, and for one small second the rest of the word washes down the drain with the rest of the wasted water running directly to the drain because you've been sitting there for just a little too long. Some days music is just music, other days, every word tells you how to feel, each rise in tempo reminds you of a time when you fell in love and the conclusion of each song brings a sudden feeling of security and relief, like you're not alone, and you have survived this far. Some mornings, your friends are just the people you recognise the most, but some mornings, some special mornings, your friends are the people who hold your life together, the faces that make your day worth persisting and

In a world where you are constantly being told to grow, learn and mature to prepare for adulthood, never forget to embrace the things that make you feel like a child. Children are carefree, untroubled and free spirited, in other words, happy. They have wonder and possibility bursting from inside of them, escaping from their over dramatic smiles that disappear slowly as we grow older and older. Not because we are not capable, but because we are more capable, and yet less able to find happiness in the smallest assets of the world. In the moments that life seems overwhelming, imagine when you had the inability to comprehend what other people were thinking, sing at the top of your lungs, ride a bike, run as fast as you can, get a dirty bum, let your fears disappear and everything might feel a little more possible.

Monday I am hot coffee this morning in the car to school, I am salty and sandy hair (not washed since the weekend) 11 and a half hours of sleep and I am still tired, but that's how a weekend is meant to leave you feeling. Fulfilled, spiritually connected to the earth, more bonded with the faces you see throughout the day, dead but still walking, energy saving for the huge week approaching. This afternoon I am inspired by music on the tv, loving my slightly improved state of mind. I am rolled up trackie pants and bare feet on the carpet, I am appreciative of my Mumma. I am warmth, giggles and an early night. Tonight I am strong, refreshed and ready to fall in bed. My actions make me who I am, I am them. I am undefeatable. As are you.

I guess you play and then you die so life is just a game, but for the life of me, I can't figure out the purpose or the aim. To fall in love, be rich or live it up the most? To live the longest, travel places? Or is that not even close? The first of us, we didn't have maths, jobs, money or clothes. And how we got from there to here, not even god could know. When we were born, each one of us, we didn't have a clue, So, fancy city blokes or country folks are the same as I or you. People get so caught up that they forget we all will die, and I'm afraid to say, your money Sir, can't be transferred to the sky. You're experiences however, no one can take away. Not even death can steal who you are, not tomorrow nor today. Let your impact on the earth reflect all the wonders that you find, May the memory of you be something you are proud to leave behind. Embrace the journeys that you take and find happiness of every kind, Because perhaps the aim of the

every time you blink you miss a small moment in time and every time you sleep, you miss hours of life, but just the same, so many people miss life with their eyes wide open. By not noticing or grasping the opportunities right in front of their face. Getting caught up in gaining, achieving and growing, all of a sudden it blinds you from a beautiful thing. That thing is a miracle, it's sometimes warm, it's sometimes cold. It freezes your fingertips and touches each individual strand of hair on your head. It makes you feel, it makes you crash and break and burn and in just a small moment, it is capable of turning your sad into happy, changing your ordinary to extraordinary, your empty to overflowing. Until you're filled with love and passion and appreciation. It's called life. The constant and uncontainable, unrecordable moments that occur around you every second. These small moments give you all the power you need to be truly happy, if you would just remember to stop and

Recently, I have realised there is nothing like a road trip to clear your mind, to physically hang you're head through the window and breathe out the past, carelessly letting it blow away behind you in a gust of fast flowing wind. Your worries obliterating into excess carbon dioxide, letting a single exhale lighten your shoulders and free up some space in your chest, to suck in the cold air and enrich the quality of your breath. With such a simple action, accompanied by wholehearted mindfulness, I fell in love. With the natural arrangement of the uninterupted trees, the continuous hills, the music filtering through the car and the taste of the healthy breeze on my tongue. I became infatuated with the world. Earning a distaste for the distraction that life can become and appreciating the fundamental manners of the land we walk on. For a moment I closed my eyes, I let the strong air clear my mind and the feeling was unexpectedly, eye opening.

Ironically, somethings you want to be part of your life stop you from living it. Blinding you from the opportunities that fling themselves at you unfulfilled and unnoticed. I like to believe that everything happens for a reason, but this theory confusingly leaves me wondering, did I meet you for a reason? or did you leave me for a reason? But after circles of un answerable inconveniences in my mind (when I definitaly could have been spending all that energy on something more productive)  I convince myself  that perhaps.. actually, for sure! Both. Which hangs me from my toes and saturates me with hope that I met you and then you were gone, and that is precisely what was suppose to happen for my own benefit, now and in the future. Giving me the assurence to live my life the way it comes, looking forward, but never waiting, happy but healthily unsatisfied, with faith in uncontrollable happenings, today I will not forget, but appreciate and accept, I will not worry but believe, I will trus

The world is complications stacked on misunderstanding, laced with saviours and dipped in beauty. The way I see it, unconditional sublimity doesn’t often exist, but when it does, they call it love. Timeless and dependant on uncontrollable circumstances, tapped in the right direction by fate or partially missed by the smallest sidetrack in time. Appreciate it’s rarity, the moments that are purely sublime. A long walk, a sweet laugh, a kiss, a rush. Hand pick every part, and sew them into yourself, weave them into your life and grasp them with every fibre of your being, until those moments are an inescapable part of you. Because life is a mess, but love helps.  

This summer was my saviour. This summer was slow walks, relatable music and simple starry nights, but also overwhelming excitement, burning passion, wild midnights and worthwhile risks. This summer I was reminded of who I am, and drowned in realisation essential to my souls survival. Realisation that only fools are fully satisfied with the comfort of familiarity, and that this small world is not so small at all. This summer was the comprehension of what happiness is suppose to feel like. I discovered the importance of an open mind and a racing heart. The importance of having an innocently welcoming spirit and never being afraid to be most extreme version of yourself. This summer made me wonder, how many strangers do you walk past everyday, that have the power to remind you of who you are? 

Let’s be real. New years day, is just another day, like the 1st of Feb or March, but for some senseless, conformable reason it’s an inspiration. A motive for new beginnings and a door to endless opportunity. The thrill of knowing the unpredictable could potentially or inevitably change the direction of the future and the rest of your life, scares some, but to me, provokes excitement and possibility. With this in mind, I am writing not my new years resolution, not my plans or my goals, what I want to achieve or who I want to be, but documenting the person I am today, because by the time the 1st of January is approaching once again in a years time, this very person will be evolved, developed and grown. All but gone.   So heres some insight into the life of me on the 1st day of January 2018. If you were to meet me today, I would be wearing a ‘California, Palm Springs’ Emerald green vintage road trip tee (picked up in a Melbourne op shop), cut off trackie shorts, high waisted - of cou