this week on Instagram I posted a poem about the best versions of ourselves. This was the poem:
In short, it is essentially saying that the best us is the end goal and from there we have nowhere to go. I think we are lucky in the sense that only a few get to experience the true worst versions of their being and being the best is about the chase, not the…
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