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Wake up
Live a little

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Look around you — the clear sky, the pure air, the tender grass, the birds; nature is beautiful and sinless, and we, only we, are foolish and we don’t understand that life is heaven, for we have only to understand that and it will at once be fulfilled in all its beauty, we shall embrace each other and weep.
Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

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I have been back home for over a month now and it has been more than enough time. I want to leave again… I want to move and to keep on moving. There’s a world outside my door and it is calling me, begging me, to run away.

The smell and taste of fresh air has enchanted me and I don’t think I will ever get enough.