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"Did that actually happen?" "Every word." Adrian raised his coffee solemnly. "The point being that you will mess up. And you'll do so repeatedly. The goal is not to be the person who doesn't mess up. The goal is to be the person who shows up anyway and doesn't make a mess about themselves." The waitress reappeared, topped off the coffee without comment, and vanished again. Adrian watched her go with the same quiet appreciation as before. "You do that a lot," Adam said. "What?"

Reminder! December 10, 20xx Art Exhibition at Urban Visions Art Gallery at 8pm. NB: Addy will murder you if you don't show up. I stare at the screen of my phone lying on the makeup table. That's right. This was Addy's special day. I then searched for Addy's contact, intending to send her a text message. (This is a big day for you! Stay upbeat and confident, I hope everything goes smoothly and successfully. I know you can do it! I love you!)

April knew there was an artist, and she wanted to meet him. A start of an exciting stage in her life. The verge of a new endeavour. Love and art were her two passions. Considering every table and every person, it wasn’t until she reached a man sitting there looking so self-conscious and out of place at a table suited more for a crowd. That’s when the urge to help him and come to his rescue. “Hi. I’m April. May I sit with you? There seem to be no available tables left.” He looked like a sweet and honest man. He would go far if what she knew about him was true. She had seen his last art showing a few years ago.

I at least thought that our meeting could be pleasant, but unfortunately, that's not meant to happen. I tilted my chin, letting my words fall deliberately, “Do you really think presence is proven by how loud one can bark? Do you think brilliance shines because you scream it in everyone’s face?” I took another step closer, the distance between us crackling with tension, “No. True presence is quiet. Unshakable. It doesn’t need to announce itself.”

she said, glancing out at the audience. I laughed, feeling a sense of embarrassment. "Maybe," I said, smiling. "But I'm not going to confirm or deny anything. Let's just say that I'm grateful to have had someone in my life who was willing to stand by me, no matter what." The host nodded, her eyes filled with understanding. "I think that's something we can all learn from," she said. "The importance of having people in our lives who support us, encourage us, and help us to find the strength to keep going. Cynthia, thank you for sharing your story with us today. It's been truly inspiring."

“More fun awaits you, it's the answer to every freedom you need.“ There it was, other opponents who wanted my freedom while I tried to get free from one bondage. A scoff tugged at my lips as I tapped the link there it was, an anonymous invite with no corespondents or any information apart from the address to reach for the art show. My phone buzzed again. “There is that you love, in front of you. The nature and beauty of art.“ The message was simple but it was the type that relayed all sorts of manipulation. But they weren't going to get me this time, let's play this together. I drove off and home as I jumped off to the bed leaving the weights of the anonymous text rest in the air while I sle

"And because I find I don't want to be the man you thought I was. I want to be someone who deserves the way you looked at me in the hospital, when Josh was sick, and when you let me hold you." The memory surfaces, Damon's arms around me, awkward but present, his hand moving in circles on my back while I sobbed into his robe. It feels like a lifetime ago and like yesterday all at once. "That wasn't about deserving," I say quietly. "That was about showing up." "Then I want to show up. For you. For your neighbors. For..." He stops, frustration flickering across his face. "I'm not good at this. I don't have the vocabulary for it. But I'm trying. That has to count for something right."

The upcoming exhibition became more than just a showcase of my talent; it became a testament to my unwavering commitment to art and a celebration of the love and support that surrounded me. As the day of the exhibition dawned, I stood amidst the gallery, my paintings displayed like pieces of my soul on the pristine white walls. The room was filled with art enthusiasts, critics, and collectors, all eager to witness the culmination of my artistic journey. Nathaniel stood by my side, his hand intertwined with mine, providing a steady anchor amidst the sea of anticipation. "Mia, I'm so proud of you. This moment is a testament to your talent, passion, and resilience. Remember, no matter the outco

I had to remind myself that I was standing in front of people who expected me to be professional, otherwise, I would have jumped in joy. Forcing my eyes away from him, I turned to rest and started my speech. "Ladies and gentlemen. Today is a very special day, not just for you, but for me and for the esteemed lovers of art. The world has taught most of us to sit in silence and let anything happen to us but guess what? This exhibition is an eye-opener to them. With this, I am proving to the world that we all can do more than we are limited to. We are all artists, we are...art."

Through the strokes of her brush, Sarah found solace and expression, as if her emotions flowed onto the canvas, creating a tapestry of her healing soul. One cool autumn evening, Sarah received an invitation to an art exhibition showcasing her work. Nervous but filled with anticipation, she donned her favorite dress and made her way to the gallery. As she stepped into the room adorned with vibrant artwork, she was greeted by a sea of faces, each person engrossed in the beauty that surrounded them.