And all the shatters of our hearts, our lives, our worlds, they were seeds we never sought. And yet each fragment grew and reaped unimagined magic, wonder and hope.

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And over time we learned our own truths are the simplest authenticity, but hardest to express. Because truth can be objective and subjective all at once. Often, it invites resistance, if not abundant chaos and pain. And we grew through moments, days, months and years. And it became certain that (often unjust and undeserved) chaos and pain are timeless paths. And walking these paths without losing our humanity is how it's done, How it's always been done. There is no other way.

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And so it remains necessary to share our strength and survival, and the humane wisdom our journeys teach us. Our stories connect us to ourselves and each other. It's through our stories that we can propel humanity forward in positive ways.  It's through our stories that we can inspire and innovate.  It's through our stories that we can heal.

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It's a genuine blessing to unravel my own stories, truths and assorted musings. Thank you for being here~*​