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It smells different in Ireland. Like dewy green grass and fresh, unfamiliar flowers, burning peat, and salty air that’s traveled a long and verdant way.
I am only confident in my comfort zone, but unlikely to thrive in a bigger pond.
Because it was too hard to see my world for its good when its bad was so much louder and more distracting.
What if all our souls know things? What if that’s what instinct is? What if that really is the explanation for gut feelings, intuition, déjà vu, kismet, and everything else? What if it’s our souls, remembering or knowing the truths of all our other lives?
What I need is to be around people I care about. To let people love me. To have small moments, knowing that they’re the biggest ones, and not ignore them because I’m too busy looking way off in the distance, either future or past, for some imagined thing. I’m not here waiting for life. I’m in it. It’s happening now!
