Lose,Learn, Love

Lose,Learn, Love

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I like to think, that there are three stages of life referring not to life, but the amount of life we have in us.I call them lose,learn,love. Lose refers to those times when we are so lost in a pit of darkness that there seems to be no light. Those moments where we just want to collapse and never get back up again, the loss of life within ourselves. Learning is about deciding that we are tired of losing. Tired of letting life and ourselves trample us down. Just letting ourselves learn to live, letting ourselves learn to have life. Growing. Finally, there is love, which is the place where we should always be. Love is really the love of life. The times when we take what we learned and use it to be truly happy. We can smile as we walk down the hallway, we can sleep without tears on our pillow, we can really live. This is my lose,learn,love story. A story of a young girl who has a hard time learning to love herself, a girl who loses a world she used to know, and a girl who lives a life she regrets. Although this is my story, I hope that you, as the reader, can also find your story in mine.
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Know me

"Life is but a calling card. A chance, a spiraling sensation of nothing, that with time turns into everything." Know me is a short story. A piece of life written just as it was lived. All of our experiences help us grow along the years. Life never stops, our minds either. Its chaos, and this book treats it as so. There is no specific order to life's events. So, with whatever hand we are dealt, we march on. We learn about ourselves, how we love, how our minds work. We doubt everything. We question our existence in this piece of dirt. We seek purpose in everything we do. Only to find out that maybe life takes the shape we give it. I hope these words take the shape of anything you need.

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