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Despite knowing the journey and where it leads, I embrace it. And I welcome every moment of it.

I, Weave

The trouble with adulthood is not that it lacks beauty, but that it becomes efficient at looking past it. We learn to file things away. Tree. Sky. Face. Street. We replace encounter with category. The miraculous becomes familiar, and familiarity dulls, not because the world has grown smaller, but because our noticing has. Wonder is what happens when attention re-inflates. Memory is how it stays inflated.