There is no greater evil, I think, than the subtle and pervasive belief that our success can only be realised in the failures of others.
Ireland is . . .
“Words are, in my not-so-humble opinion, our most inexhaustible source of magic. Capable of both inflicting injury, and remedying it.”
“Inside her fist were treasures,
Week 12 (can you believe it?): Treasures.
Regarding atelophobia, or, the fear of not being good enough.
In celebration of double digits in Ireland, I have compiled the top ten lessons I have learnt in the last ten weeks about studying abroad, flat-sharing with strangers, travelling, and love.
‘Take a walk in their shoes.”
The message is clear enough, but I wonder if we still can’t quite comprehend what this means in practise.
Life races ahead … always changing and constantly evolving. Which means that wherever we are, it too shall eventually pass.
At this moment my homeland is 25 hours, 18227 kilometres, and two long plane rides away. It’s almost difficult to comprehend that my family, friends, bed, car are all so far from reach.
My heart was pumping through what felt like a million layers of gear as we paddled toward the first rapid. All prior confidence was gone, evaporated into the swirling air around us.
“She looked across her world
She could reach all the moments at once …”
Standing on that beach looking out over the waves, Fear was gnawing at me: fully-grown and yanking at its leash.