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December 14, 2012

Sometimes I forget just how inspiring other people’s words can be.

The kind of words that make you stop and re-consider things. And sometimes they remind you that you’re not the only one that analyses things a certain way. Not the only one who seems to spends time with their past, re-living and re-considering the things that have happened.

When I stumbled upon a new blog this week, I felt as though it literally took my breath away. I wanted to spend all of my time with these words, with this understanding. I wanted to wrap myself in them and breath.

When you just can’t find the right words for yourself, soak yourself in another’s words .

I’ve been interested in moments for a long time, now. More than a decade, I would say. Interested in a lifetime, in a second, in the biological way that we each stand here, in the way that we are all so very different. In the way that sometimes our brains let us down. In the way that I can make someone else feel something, think something – make them stop or change direction or just simply question something.
I think there is something so beautiful about people who can take a moment. A split second. And write about it as though it is the most important second that has every existed. That the passing, fleeting second that would mean nothing to someone else, has changed a person so significantly.

I am trying to remember the simple things. When I put together my life, lately posts it is my way of stopping, thinking and reflecting on all of the things that I’ve done and to appreciate them.
I know some people who don’t need to stop and remember. That don’t need reminding of the simple things in life. But I do. I need to be content with what I have in order to move forward. One day I will get there.
Sometimes I wish I could just mix things up a bit. Like I used to. I know that in a lot of ways I am stuck completely in some kind of routine. It’s a little cold when I leave work, so I rush home for warmth. But what if I didn’t. What if I walked the opposite direction and went to a beautiful coffee bar and sat and read and thought, before going home? What if I went to the sea? What if I stayed up after Trout has gone to bed and worked, and wrote or just sat in the quiet? What if I went to a restaurant and ate alone?
Oh, and I can’t fail to mention this ladies perfect taste in music, too.

And what may be the best advice you could give anybody:

If we are talking about beautiful words, I cannot fail to mention my other favourite writer:
Dan Andriano.


Please note: all screenshots of beautiful words are taken from Meg’s blog: The Wild and Wily Ways of a Brunette Bombshell, and belong to her.  The above linked video is taken from AltarTV’s youtube channel.
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