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INSIDE MY HEAD

When I was only ten, I learned how to type on a manual typewriter. A-S-D-F...J-K-L-;...since then, I’ve written over 2,000 blogs and enjoy sharing my words with others. 

As a writer, you see the world around you as a story waiting to be told. Every experience acts as an actor for this beautiful story we’re fortunate enough to call “life.” I hope you appreciate my writing as much as I’ve had, living the story. 

Change

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Alice: How long is forever? Sometimes, just one second. The truth can be a hard pill to swallow. Whenever I think about the topic, I come face to face with the parts of my life that are illuminated through the reflection of truth. Change is difficult. I can’t think of.

22 February/Posted by aaronplaat

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Crazy thing called “love”

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Life is a journey through choice, consequence, and the battle between learning from our lessons and painful recovery through failure. Some might say this up-and-down journey looks a lot like love. In my mind, I see love a bit like looking in the mirror. When I see my reflection in.

19 February/Posted by aaronplaat

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Trust, faith, love

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There are some weeks that seem to float by without a care. Other weeks feel heavy and exhausting. This past week was more of the former. Art is about creation. Creation rarely happens without some sort of destruction; transforming a shard of clay into a vase, or career expectations for.

19 February/Posted by aaronplaat

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Connection

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Joyous, blissful moment, sitting on the porch, you and I two forms, two faces, yet one soul together, you and I The groves' gift, the birds' songs give us the water of ever lasting life, when we come to the garden together, you and I The stars of the night.

13 February/Posted by aaronplaat

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Boxes

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This week, I was having a chat with Steve about the healing process behind emotions and our past memories. "In many cases, we 'split off' parts of ourselves that we don't want to deal with." he said, as we walked through the rainy streets of San Francisco. The idea behind.

8 February/Posted by aaronplaat

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Joy

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Yesterday, I sat at an outdoor restaurant and spent an hour observing the flow of activity happening around me. It was a busy lunch hour, powered by the hustle and bustle of Uruguayan people moving through the streets. It was beautiful. Finishing my lunch, I heard an explosive burst of.

2 February/Posted by aaronplaat

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Letting go

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“I wonder if I've been changed in the night. Let me think. Was I the same when I got up this morning? I almost think I can remember feeling a little different. But if I'm not the same, the next question is 'Who in the world am I?' Ah, that's.

1 February/Posted by aaronplaat

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