Late Bloomers Club

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Don’t worry too much about blooming late in life, my friend. As late bloomers, we ourselves understand that great things take time. We tend to learn from the experiences of others who’ve bloomed so early in life in order for us to make the right choices and in order for us to avoid making the wrong ones. We tend to appreciate our milestones more for the very reason that we ourselves know that life is not a race. Life is about focusing on the progress we make on our own fucking pace for we weren’t born to fit in—we were born for the sole purpose of blooming patiently, gracefully and without a doubt—brilliantly. So be brave, my friend and be your own kind of magic.

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millennials

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suddenly,
you’re twenty
and you have nine
years left to be a success.

 
that’s what 
the world wants
to tell us these days.

 
it’s either 
you’re twenty-nine
and happily married
with a business like a 
cupcake store or like a 
carwash

 
and if you don’t
have any of those, 
well,

 
that’s it for you, 
you’re finished, 
you’re doomed.

 
but it doesn’t
have to be that way.

 
life is not
about the destination
and life is not about the journey
either.

 
life is about
growing for yourself
on your own healthy pace.

 
late bloomers are 
real and things take time.

 
things take time.

Five Months

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We’re five months now.

May 25, 2018, was one of the happiest moments in my life when you became my girlfriend. 

Sometimes it feels like you’re more than just a girlfriend. 

You’re like my lighthouse when I get lost in my sea of uncertainties. 

You’re like my observatory when I forget to breathe and look at the stars. 

You’re like my museum when I forget to appreciate the meaning of beauty and art.

This month has been a rough ride for me. Endlessly searching for a light at the end of this eternal tunnel and it is only when you hold my hand when I feel safe inside this darkness that I sometimes think is my home.

The truth is home is wherever you and I are together. Sometimes home is sadness. Sometimes home is madness. But always home is wherever you and I are together through thick and thin and everything that comes in between you and I.

Nothing can ever tear us apart, and that’s what I’d like to believe in. Because a universe without you in it is a universe where everything is meaningless, and nothingness becomes something I’d carry for the rest of my life, and you are the rest of my life.

I still have so much to know about you, and you still have so much to know about me. But as the poet Rumi once wrote “Reason is powerless in the explanation of love” And I just love you because you are you along with an infinite number of little things that makes me feel like this life can be beautiful despite my mental illness because I am loved by the prettiest, loveliest and most brilliant girl that I know.

Life is suffering, as Nietzche wrote and you are one of the meanings that I keep safe to survive. I love you, Camille and that will never change. I hope you read this and know how much very much you are. And I will always be here for you my one and only love.