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Tag Archives: living
Burn That Bridge
Dwelling on the future never seemed to make much sense: splitting our infinitives just wastes the present tense. Why worry on what might be and dwell on hopes and dreams, when what counts of past and future is what comes … Continue reading
The First Day
If this is the first day of what life remains, who cares if there’s sunshine or thunder and rain? Both have their own virtues, each pleasure and pain; though different, a good deal the same. If this is the first … Continue reading
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Tagged acceptance, grief, James Taylor, living, loss, memory, morning, optimism
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Inappropriate Happiness
Maybe sanity’s a side-effect of living; some folks get it, while some others never do. It’s just a minor irritation that can do no lasting harm; you can shake it like a slight touch of the flu. Besides, in a … Continue reading
Posted in Poems, Statements
Tagged acceptance, adjustment, happiness, living, sanity, self-determinism, therapy
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If all my days were whiled
If all my days were whiled in hours of leisure, their content by mere whim alone fulfilled, perhaps I would not sense so keen a pleasure as I do when a moment seems to still into a whisper the world’s … Continue reading
Test
This is a test. I thought it best to speak privately. While the rest of humankind seethes at the breast of Chaos, suckling hot blood from its chest, let our shared words somehow attest to what is possible! Let zest … Continue reading