Somehow I find that June escapes me every year. Of all the months it seems the most elusive as I find myself inevitably asking myself "where did June go?" Random days, weeks in a blur, warming weather. Wandering through mazes, making impulsive and spontaneous decisions. This is what it means to be alive and loving life.
Memento Mori: Remember Death. In remembering that death is immanent, enjoy life to the fullest.
Give my fear a hug
Look it straight in the eye.
"A certain type of perfection can only be realized through a limitless accumulation of the imperfect."
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