Loneliness is such a cliché that one wears it like armour, sharpened, shiny? Or is it simply a fault in our makeup? You were manufactured with a loose wire, a missing screw? To be alone is to admit defeat? Diminished in character, low self, absent ego? One or one hundred friends, does it make any difference? I don’t know. I just noticed that when I’m present in a moment of kindness, a moment of love… I forget I was born alone, at that hour just before dawn.
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OCTOBER 2018
Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm, the blogger, poet, and translator, was born in 1971 in Phu Nhuan, Saigon, Vietnam. The pharmacist currently lives and works in Western Sydney, Australia.
Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm 
“I forget I was born alone, at an hour just before dawn”
this reads like a journal entry, quickly jotted, yet perfectly capturing the warring mind of a quiet soul. it reminds me of a concert Alicia Keys held, called “songs I wish I’d written.” this is a line I wish I’d written. appreciate the share!
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Awe, thank you. You are very intuitive, “journal entry” is a style I tend to adapt. May joy fill your day and night..
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Reblogged this on Ned Hamson's Second Line View of the News.
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That was such a strong contemplation
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Thank you 🙂
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Being ‘present in a moment of kindness’ is to collapse the illusory distinction between “self” and “other”. In a moment of loneliness, that which is aware of the loneliness is not lonely, but is the unity of all shared being (including the countless other “selves” also feeling lonely).
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There is wisdom in your words.
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😌🙏✨
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When we are born, two people are involved, the mom and the baby born, but we die alone. Only we die. Cheers, and best wishes,
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