I am Flora Guo

To be. To exist. To feel this moment, every moment. To savour the feeling of birds chirping, of wind blowing my tangled hair into my face, into my mouth, my smile. To feel present, the sunlight on my skin. It’s cold. I don’t like the cold. And yet, it is. So many sensations, things that I have yet to experience. I lack competency, but I do not lack drive, nor ambition, nor shamelessness. My goal? World domination. Why? Oh, why not. Life is so precious. I want to bottle up everything that I love, everything that I cherish about the world, everything that makes me feel safe and loved and warm and comfortable and kind and makes me laugh, and I want to sprint full-tilt to the highest mountain and SCREAM. That it’s so beautiful! That I feel so much gratitude! To be here! Now! In this moment! Why is there so much suffering? So much hunger, exploitation, murder, pain, anguish, cries for help that go unheard, unacknowledged, a mere echo of what is and what we choose to let exist. Why? Is there

I am Flora Guo I am Flora Guo. Ever changing, ever learning, ever seeking, never ceasing. Why? Oh, why not. To be. To exist. To feel this moment, every moment. To savour the feeling of birds chirping, of wind blowing my tangled hair into my face, into my mouth, my smile. To feel present, the sunlight on my skin. It’s cold. I don’t like the cold. And yet, it is. So many sensations, things that I have yet to experience. I lack competency, but I do not lack drive, nor ambition, nor shamelessness. My goal? World domination. Why? Oh, why not. Life is so precious. I want to bottle up everything that