life

  • Dreams, Perspective, and Life

    Dreams, Perspective, and Life

    There are ancient ruins across the street. I can see Porta Nigra from my room. As I write this, I am sitting in the open window, sipping a cup of coffee while my laundry dries in the open air. Tourists walk under the gray stone arches onto a bustling street. A scene so different from

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  • Security and Adventure: Why It’s Not an Either/Or Question

    I’ve found that there are two types of people who take risks. The first is the person who has nothing left to lose. They have no money and no way to earn it. They have no real support and nowhere and nothing to call their own. They aren’t seeking fulfillment or experiences, but survival. But,

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  • Ignorance is Violence

    Ignorance is Violence

    Ignorance is violence Silence is a crime. When there’s injustice in the streets It’s cruel to close your eyes.  Ignorance is violence When information’s free. And silence is complicity While we still have free speech.  Ignorance is violence And silence is a choice. Speak out against oppression now Before it steals your voice.

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  • A Day in the USA

    A Day in the USA

    Wake up in the morning, Pour a cup of coffee, Sip it while you calculate  The price of your eggs. Return to office mandate, An 8-to-5 in corporate, Got to grin and bear it, You’ve got bills to pay.  Work hard, show some muscle. Pick up a side-hustle. No rest for the wicked. No use

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  • Winter Reflections: Seeing Myself in the Season

    If I were a season I’d be winter. Not just because I was born in December, and not because physical appearance can only be described as “snowy”. It’s not anything so obvious and concrete. The connection is more of a feeling beyond reason. I don’t know if I can say that winter is my favorite

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  • First Impressions

    First Impressions

    I’ve been told I’m intimidating. This is a comment I’ve always found amusing because I am barely 5 feet tall, and only recently met the weight limit to donate blood. Perhaps this perception of my intimidating presence comes from my refusal to be intimidated by others. I’ve been afraid for my safety on several occasions,

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  • In 3 Years

    In 3 Years

    Time moves differently as you age. When you’re a child, three years feels like an eternity. As a teen, three years feels like another lifetime. As a young adult, three years feels life changing. As an adult, three years feels like no time at all. Maybe that’s because you’ve already lived 3 years several times

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  • I Didn’t Forget

    I Didn’t Forget

    I didn’t forget My childhood memories Of hiding my suffering Of silently struggling And endlessly wondering Why all this was happening Why God didn’t love me. I didn’t forget My years wandering, Of  helplessly stumbling, Of hopelessly drowning And constantly questioning Why I was still hurting Why I couldn’t love me.  I didn’t forget My

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  • A Thousand Battles

    A Thousand Battles

    They’ll make you fight a thousand battles  So that they can win the war By wearing down your armor And wearing out your sword.  When the fighting’s finally over And their victory’s ensured, They’ll be no one left to remember What you were fighting for.

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  • The Little House of Our Dreams

    My partner and I have been thinking about buying a house. There’s a little house in the center of town that’s been left empty for nearly 30 years. The house was built in 1905, then bought by a famous beauty school in 1965. As far as the county records show the building has been empty

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