we are enough Our hands and hearts form a circle, a singing chorus, and a bright rhythm. When the patterns and laws faded, we found hope in the chaos. We found hope in the colors; jet black, blue-black, something like charcoal or ink or glossy black paint; deep brown, like the bark of a tree;…
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protection in your form; a shield Love liberated me. The best thing you can be is liberated from the evils of the world. Let me sit in the shade of your shadow. I want to take refuge in your silhouette. The sun overhead always has a lot to give; heat, warmth, light, intense energy. It…
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A cabinet, a bookshelf, an alter My wooden bookshelf in my bedroom was once a cabinet of sorts in the kitchen; it’s where my mom used to store onions and potatoes. I removed it from the kitchen, cleaned it off, and now it’s in my bedroom where I use it to store books, notebooks, and…
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The future is often unknown. And the journey to one’s final destination is magnificent. I once saw in a documentary about Vincent van Gogh that he, having once been a minister, spoke of life as “a pilgrimage in which man seeks god along a lonely, difficult path.” I thought that was extremely accurate; that’s what…
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I think a lot of times, you only see things through your own vantage point. I think this applies to how people view socioeconomics, too. I think people who have had a comfortable life since birth might think the economic issue at hand is largely about people working hard, seeking higher opportunities. People who were…
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Children and youth on social media (and on the internet, in general) is a problem, in most cases. It can be harmful to their mental health. Children and youth don’t have the mental maturity to “walk away” from something offensive or inhumane on the internet. It’s perfectly fine to use the Internet for schoolwork, connecting…
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These final hours Before we go, can I ask you about your past life? I don’t know what the future will bring, but the past can tell me a lot about the gloss on green houseplants, and why they bring me a strange feeling of manufactured joy—a happiness that has been produced for me. It’s…
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I am strong, God is my strength I’m not sure why negative things happen. I know that words have the power to heal. Words, music, time, and the human hand and touch. Yellow tulips, custard, and all thing yellowy, must never be forgotten or left out. Nor abandoned, hidden. I’m not who I used to…
Read More“lost and confused” is part of the process. it’s all connected; everything is part of it. small update on stuff so far. Part II
Hey you guys. The (phone) interview didn’t go that great…The nice lady told me right off the bat that they actually filled the position already…But she was nice enough to refer me to other organizations and opportunities in the community. :3 I’m currently applying for receptionist work in my local area while I complete a…
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I don’t understand why certain things happened, but I suppose it doesn’t matter. Life is suffering. I tend to suspect that certain rumors and fabrications about me have circulated around, and that most listeners or bystanders have believed them. Job is my patron saint, yellow is my favorite color, god is my witness. I don’t…
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