The Answer

How are you feeling?
What makes you happy?
What’s the most important thing in life?
What do you want to be when you grow up?
What do you want to do?
What if you failed?
What inspires you?
What’s your passion?
Where do you want to be in 10 years?

“Yes.”

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7 thoughts on “The Answer

  1. thefeatheredsleep

    Funny, but even when you supposedly grow up you still sometimes find yourself asking this, because you are that same girl in your bedroom at sixteen, it’s like it stays captured in time and you reflect back really intensely, feeling exactly how you did, maybe it’s because it’s the raw essence, a truth time doesn’t understand. It’s something we should never forget to ask, at any place in time. Xx

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      1. thefeatheredsleep

        Yes. True. But answers also change. I know when I’m all happy that I have an answer, poof! It changes. Such is the fickle human penchant for complexity. I like your writing and I’m glad we can read each other! Xx

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      2. blliteration Post author

        “Such is the fickle human penchant for complexity.” Beautiful and accurate line. But we humans can’t help it–born with a large brain and a complex frontal lobe giving us our consciousness and humanness. I like your writing very much as well and am also glad–keep in touch! I’ll always be reading your work.

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      3. thefeatheredsleep

        Though I’d preface that by saying there are a remarkably large number of moronic people without sense or brains too it seems! Xxx ( but I’m glad for the thinkers and the emotional drinkers) ( and early records of Kate Bush) xxx

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