Embracing our fleeting moments of recklessness and our inherent fragility, that ultimately define who we are, spontaneously, yet cathartically, we give in to our widely passionate emotions: cry our eyes out, punch a wall, descend into madness for a bit. Resisting only prolongs the agony, inhibiting our creative juices and marginalizing what should be very real, organic experiences. Darker emotions, raw and inflamed, propel us into uncertain yet sincere experiences, without the measures thought that prevents us from living a genuine life. We are disarmed, which lends itself to certain fragility: whether it is disturbing or sweet we take notice.
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