Symmetry

Hear the raindrops hit the pane. The droplets tickle as they fall into the puddles and to the side. Where does the freshness that seemingly comes and goes with the clouds. Where do they find their place?

Isn’t calming weather the best type of weather to revel in? Bring that cup of hot sustenance ever closer, turn that corner again and again – feel lost within the pages, the stories, the characters, the feelings, and above all – your thoughts on top of theirs.

Story-telling has been around for so many years, decades, centuries, millennia… it’s origins found even in the breath of the first human. We were born to hold conversations – which turn into shared experiences, and slowly lingers within the minds of the two individuals; a group; the whole room. Transmitted globally through the films of plastic that separate the telecommunication fibres and our fingertips.

When I hear of your news, I feel you. Your emotions and words unspoken – they resonate with me. Do you know why?

When I think of you, I feel happiness when I see you happy. Your worries that speak volumes by the lines in your forehead make me question and ponder, hoping you will also share. I knew you before you walked into my life. I knew your steps and your trails before you showed them to me. I believed in you before you knew to leap.

Aren’t all the traits in others that are so admirable what make you stop and stare? To just think quietly to oneself the individuality of humans and their capacity to change. It’s almost irrevocable how far we’ve come.

And I hope we continue to strive for change, in positive and grand ways. In ways that we’ll most definitely look back and be glad we poured in those hundreds and thousands of hours to perfect the detail others can so easily overlook – but we realize in an instant because we care deeply for it; for you; for that.

The smiles of some are so radiant they seemingly bring a smile to my face too.Watch as others speak their minds, and willingly push yourself to speak yours too. For the minds of one will not be known unless they choose to share with others. Why withhold that opportunity of collaborative culture and change? It’s true what they say. Travelling to new cities and countries bring a perspective that becomes lifelong and unforgettable.

Barcelona, you had never held an exquisite spot in my heart. But now you are slowly doing so, and I fear your clutch as you rein in the strings of what I’ve closed for some time.

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That’s truth.

Having had the opportunity to travel the confines of Europe; I am lucky beyond words. I would really encourage all those whom are looking to enrich their undergraduate studies – to seriously consider exchange. It is a hefty investment, but priceless. The adventures you will encounter, the people you befriend, cities to discover, and personal growth experienced: will change you forever.

I’ve finally come home. I’m back here, where I was born, grew up, accustomed to my own skin and happiness. Working full-time, but with the entire summer up to me, how I will fill it. There’s much I want to do. But help me to never forget Him.

I promise to update this blog with my adventures and “wise sayings”, that I’ve acquired over the past 4 months. Thanks, England.

You have to aim for the top, not aim to pass. You are more than what you were destined for. What’s your passion?

You were beautiful. More than anything I’ve seen in anyone. God creates the most wondrous of cities and places.

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Sight: Soho, London
Photo credit: Ems Chiu
Date: June 1. 2017

How Time Flies

I can’t even begin to say how much I cannot look forward to leaving England. It is so similar, yet so different. I think it is the possibility of exploring a city, or another country – all within my fingertips; it is that which I will miss the most.

These past few weeks were very, very, very busy with studying. Catching up on the 3 months of coursework material I had only occasionally glanced at within my travels. Though I am glad for the day trip out to Oxford last week.

As I walked along the streets, within the numerous colleges – I was stunned. Awed and revelling in the beauty of this city. The architecture, the people, and most of all: the atmosphere of it all drew me in for the day; it still has not let me go since.

I hope I will be able to come back to England one day. Not as a student, nor as an employee of a company. But that of a wanderer that is not lost, but merely looking to exist in the many cities that litter this beautiful country, that which I currently call home.

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If I were to become an inhabitant of this city, would I be content?