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Loud, lost and full of love

 Hear me out. No matter how messy the world gets,no matter how many disasters, heartbreaks, or broken phone screens we go through love and kindness always find a way. Like that random weed growing out of a sidewalk crack. Uninvited, lowkey annoying, but kind of inspiring.


There’s this one story that lives rent-free in my brain. An old woman lost her dog during a tornado. Whole place was torn apart. She’s standing in front of her destroyed house, talking to a news reporter, heartbroken and out of nowhere, her dog just walks out of the rubble. All casual. Like, “Hey, I just did a boss fight with Mother Nature. Got snacks?” And the woman just breaks down crying, hugging her dog, and honestly? Same. I would’ve cried too. I probably did cry. (We don’t talk about that.)


And that, my friend, is why I believe in love. Even if the world is falling apart like a cheap plastic chair, there’s always some random, heartwarming thing that reminds you, humans can still be decent.


Now, let’s talk about me for a sec. I’m not exactly calm. Think of a clumsy capybara with Wi-Fi. I trip over flat surfaces, I talk too loud, I laugh at the wrong moments, and I’m always in a dramatic headspace like I’m the main character in a music video during a thunderstorm. I also have this weird habit of randomly hitting or bullying people not in a mean way, more like I just bop them for no reason. Like, I'll be walking by and just give you a little tap or shout something sarcastic because it’s funny to me (don’t worry, I swear it's all love). It’s chaotic, it’s unnecessary, but it’s just how I roll. And somehow, I still believe in people. I believe in second chances. I believe in helping someone even if your own life’s a mess. That’s what makes life kind of beautiful, right?


People say being soft is weak. Nah. You know what’s actually weak? Acting like nothing matters. Pretending not to care just to seem cool. But caring? Loving even when you're tired? Being kind in a world that tells you to toughen up? That’s real strength. That’s superhero stuff right there.


Life is chaos. There’s war. There’s climate change. There’s your phone dying at 2% when you need to send that last meme. But even in the middle of all this mess, we still find ways to love. We still rescue dogs. We still check on our friends. We still cry at videos of babies laughing. That’s the magic.


And maybe that’s the whole point. Maybe we’re not meant to be perfect or chill all the time. Maybe we’re meant to be messy and loud and soft and strong all at once. A mix of yelling and hugging and tripping and helping someone get back up.


So yeah, I’m chaotic. I’m loud. I yell a lot but I’d also give you my last piece of gum, hold your hand through the storm, and help you look for your dog.


Because even if I am a walking disaster… I’m the kind that still believes in love.


Always.

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