Today Is My Birthday

and I’m grateful

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Time doesn’t pass; it’s constructed, curved by gravity and shaped by our prediction.

Reality isn’t real until we look.

And Self is funny.

But time spent with those you love, creating out of the great unknown something that Matter-s,

taking risks, being random out in the fascinating wild — that feels different. That feels real.

It’s not time or stimulus, but our relationship with both.

Not just us.

Not just the universe.

Nothing is Just.

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We are the stories we tell ourselves and Life isn’t just lived — it’s authored.

There’s beauty in the dance of chaos and order.

There’s beauty in the breaking and the shaping and the breaking and the shaping, in the deforming and in the reformed.

In that rhythm, in that circle, in that spinning,

in Life : I — still — trust.