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Lately I’ve been reminded of the okayness of life. It’s okay for our friends to die. It’s okay for my mom to be gone. It’s okay that all this sometimes seems too big for my tiny human heart. It’s okay that I’m afraid.

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I’m battling with the universe for my place in it, everything tells me I’m so insignificant.

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Why can’t we?

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It is what it is.

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And now I need something real.

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On a recent night out in Brentwood, I was drinking at the bar of a chic restaurant when I struck up a conversation with a sophisticated woman seated next to me.