What the end of the year taught me about living deliberately.
So many moments of intimate conversation. The coffee shop had its distinctive smell. We sat at the usual table. Every night was the same. Sitting around with Ahmed and Justine and a rotating cast of people we know. I'd get back each night late, having a final the next day. Sometimes I just wanted free time after going all day, others I thought studying was in order. At the end of the year though all I wanted to do was to talk.
The are ten rules for writing reminded me of a brain. Or-elsewhere was I reminded.
The brain is the most complex organ in the body it is the organ that allows us to think, have emotions, move and even dream! Does a deaf man equal a man in paralyisis?