Tag: writing
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Confidence
Break. Confidence. In what do we place our confidence? In what do we place our trust? It is fairly mainstream to say “confidence is key.” and as far as the world is concerned that is perfectly right. Those who are more confident tend to succeed, as with everything too much confidence can lead to disaster…
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Idols
We do not know how closely we hold our idols till they are torn away from us. With them come skin, hair, blood. They have grown into us, or we into them. Like a tree wrapped in wire, we take them into ourselves strangling slowly over decades. How it hurts. Being saved, the cutting away…
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The result of awkward interactions.
My brain is an idiot. For now it is too painful for me to admit that I am an idiot, I have no desire to be an idiot. In Fact I strongly desire to be clever, witty, gregarious. Yet I am none of these things. What wretch is responsible for these things? What evil villain…
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Perpetual Yearning
Perpetual yearning, the practice of dissatisfaction. What is there that so calls the soul away from its current rest. In us dwells that yearning. A calling to greater things, and so to things we look. Wrongfully. See I the sun, the grass, the moon, Yearn I for all, and more. See I the woman, I…
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The addictions of a blog
Posting anything, anywhere, at any time is an exercise in vanity. A flexing of those muscles of self-delusion and narcissism. The tumor of self love must be fed, and Ironically it feeds best off the love of others. Yet it cannot feast on real love. On those deepest closest friends who know my dark paths…
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Connection
I have an interesting conception of the word friend and what it means. For the longest time I myself did not understand how exactly to express this. Simply understood that I had very few “friends” Though I had a host of acquaintances and I liked and enjoyed a majority of those acquaintances. But I did…
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Subtle signs, and failure to take them
Beating off the chaff In my youth I was a bright star, a simple child unused to the wiles of women. I have since learned. Though I possess no money, nor talent, nor beauty of form or face, they come. A small hoard, those lonely women who want, seek, crave, a man. Was It my…
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Future sight.
I have a tale to tell, all things in this tale are true, I exaggerate not at all. It is a tale of mundane magic, prophecies on a small scale. Deja vu. We have all lived and many of us have experienced that phenomenon called deja vu. A weird remembering of a moment that has…
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More musings on road blocks
a rough musing this time around, I don’t feel like editing it. so don’t judge me to harshly. Nothing crushes the spirit of progress more than the understanding that you are writing trash. I have a desperate fear that I am not on the right path. My writing is waning, not waxing. No eloquence is…
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