MouenaDilara
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Sometimes I allow myself to wander into contemplation, where my thoughts drift to the single shoes left abandoned on the streets, or any other object that arouses my curiosity, in attempt to unravel their untold stories.
Sometimes I allow myself to fantasize about the houses I pass. The colors, the smell, the ambiance and the words being used. I imagine the warmth of embraces, the heartbreak of goodbyes, both pleasant and painful, that have unfolded within those walls. How it would be to soak it all up.
Sometimes I allow myself to think about taxi drives between 2-5 AM. The conversations, the laughter, the occasional silence, and the sights that pass by. The jokes that they tell and the ones they keep to themselves.
Sometimes I allow myself to imagine what peoples feet look like. Each toe distinct, hinting at the paths they've tread upon and the sensations they've experienced. The grounds they've touched, capturing glimpses of their journeys.
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Sometimes I allow myself to think about private moments. I imagine how people move in rhythm when no eyes are upon them, dancing freely and joyfully. I wonder about the songs they would sing when they are completely alone. The kisses that are shared, as well as the conflicts that arise behind closed doors. How they would act when no one is watching.
Sometimes I allow myself to contemplate the irreversible passage of time, the inability to change others or erase the scars inflicted by their actions. I am left powerless, unable to wipe away the hurtful memories or experience once more the moments I shared with someone who has departed from my life.
Sometimes I allow myself, to think about you. How you made me feel. Granting myself the opportunity to open my eyes. Truly comprehend that I am not that child anymore and realize there is no turning back..
When we look at a photo, we don't usually notice the neat corners or the straight lines. Similarly, we don't often compliment others on their hidden biases and the way they think. But there's a truth here. The borders of a photo and the biases we have in our minds are important. They give definition and focus to what a "photo" or a "person" really is.
Imagine if a photo had no edges, it would be shapeless and confusing. Just like that, if a person had no biases or perspectives, they would lack identity and purpose. These edges help us understand and navigate the world around us.
But beyond those edges, there's a wild side. In the moments captured in a photo, like at parties or during human interactions, we see the real essence of life. We hear laughter, watch people dance, and witness connections that go beyond words. These moments aren't about precision or alignment, but they have a profound impact on us.
Within these wild moments, our authentic selves emerge and our unfiltered expressions of joy, vulnerability, and the liberation from societal constraints. They become cherished memories, frozen in the photographs that encapsulate the essence of our experiences.
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Let us celebrate the significance of those borders, for they enable us to appreciate the special moments that shape our lives. And as we gather more memories, let us remember that within those borders lie the stories that define us, granting depth and meaning to our journey through life.
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