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I have sought to understand, for roughly six years now, why I write–and the value of writing as a whole. I did not have much of a proclivity for writing, or for many things, as a child, except being a child. I was completely ordinary, in a fantastic sense. It wasn’t until 2020 that I…
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It could be properly assumed that the title of this post implies its contents are composed from the perspective of a honey bee. However, though the honey bee’s thoughts on life are intriguing, I’m sure, and no less valid, I am a poor observer of the thoughts of others, especially those of another form. Less…
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Money is always happiest in the hand that it is not in. Many things have been said about money. Perhaps the most famous quote is that “money is the root of all evil,” likely a misquote from the scripture “For the love of money is a root of all kinds of evil” (1 Timothy 6:10).…
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The one who hides his heart is like a wave that cannot find shore, crashing against swells in great depths. #25
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Go to streams of fairyland– Oh, there, the land is right: Rightly so, of trouble and woe; It dawns with lack of light. There is a land of fairer men And women of great name, Namely those, I do suppose, Who share in heaven’s fame. “Call to the hidden towers and The banners must be…
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Where do memories from lost times belong? I am not even thirty, and yet I feel as if I have lived a hundred lifetimes, lifetimes of grief and sorrow, of joy and splendor, of peace and turmoil, shadow and ray; days of promise and deception, of laughter and defeat–all as one day. I have seen…
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Give a man a loaf of bread, and he will eat for a day; give a man purpose, and he will eat for a lifetime. I find proverbs to be useful, though not always lovely. There are many forms of writing, and their purposes are not all the same. A proverb is meant to instruct…
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A passion ought not be rushed. It mustn’t be thrown about and abused, like a child’s toy. Yet neither should it be stowed away in the forgotten, dusty closets of our hearts. It mustn’t be destroyed or hated or held too tightly, for all that is given is returned at last. Do not forget it…
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Running, go running into the great end Fear not the will that we cannot bend. Leaping, go leaping down into great heights Do not consider the great, small might. #20
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Perspective is a powerful friend, faithful to those who care for her, yet cruel to those who consider her an adversary. #19
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