When all else fails, count your gratefuls. At least that’s what I’m told.
So what’s mine? Yesterday.
My Oct. 29th post resonated with a few of you. 875 more words
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Existence is something tremendous, and day-to-day life, however indispensable, seems an insufficient response to it, a failure of consciousness. Outrageous as it sounds, the religious temperament regards a merely human life as insufficient, as a partial blindness to or rejection of the terms of our existence.
Enjoy may differ. From time to time, it is a severe affliction. Other instances, love provides you with goosebumps. And after that there are times when love is outright painful. 1,029 more words
I’m scared of sleeping because, when the day comes to its end, the monsters are gonna get me. Once the TV is off, the books are closed, the friends have gone home and the family has gone to sleep, my head has free space to blast through my body like a hurricane flattens entire villages, leaving nothing but death and distraction. 26 more words