I realize that reading back on a lot of these essays of mine, a lot of my former teachers and professors would be ashamed at the quality of the work: the regular shoddiness of the structure, the lucy-goosey relationship with grammar and spelling, the disregard for ensured audience understanding, the list goes on. I’m certain …
4-26 We hope for a heavenly judge so our impact is measured, but we know we are only judged by ourselves. To measure a life’s impact, its reach wide and deep, what scope an impossibility for one eye to see, the asking for possession of all our lonely moments, the thought they’re not our own. …
We say it and repeat it, we know that it’s true – forward time is the illusion wherein we write purpose – The measure of life is our relationships and impact upon others. We keep family close because they provide easy relief from the score. – It all sounds so melodramatic, so childish and moot. …
I sit down to begin a lunch break essay, and think on wherein to sink my teeth when the thesis topic comes into my frame from on high – Blessed are we named Millenials. The moment I think this, I feel this, I look down and see not one but four pennies left behind for …
June 28, 2019. That’s when I made this document title, marked since with an X for in-the-works. “X – Readability Score: Needs Improvement”. I’d just started this website – funny it’s coming up to a year, doesn’t feel like it (today’s April 12, 2020) – and the robo-reviewer that came with WordPress kept telling me …
Ah, once again we begin to come upon the final pages, upon the end of our journey together. Pressure. I’ve been given prime opportunity to fill them as I showed up an hour early for work, and oh shucks I’m sorry we can’t afford the extra hours. A reminder, or acknowledgment, that my time costs …
3/2 Nothing brings me the delight like the weed-scent wake of a car driving by me. I love others’ smoking mary jane as they drive; the obvious nature of the act, the need for less speed, the pursuit of happiness regardless of authoritarian dictate, the wordless call to independence. I love how it can come …
Innate, there’s a concept I keep bringing up. Innate: intuitive, internal. Is that a thing, is there anything innate? Or is it just the infantile lessons made internal? Innate, internally true to the self from the start. What a curse, to the cursed, what a boon to their bounty. We talk of the curse and …
What do I owe? To you, to myself, to my neighbor, to the world, what do I owe? How much? and how soon? On some days I feel I owe everything, my best, more than. On somedays I feel I owe my flesh, my blood, my struggle, my toil, my strength extending beyond limits I …
Recently met an intriguing character who careened into my life offering dreams and sought ambitions within minutes of our relationship’s birth in the exact manner I knew I would find my foundation poured. Where many imagine their dreams as byproducts of great effort and worth, I practice a faith of accepting life’s gifts, regardless of …