It’s hard to say goodbye.
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It’s hard to say goodbye. […] Joy is a gift. […] A few months back, when describing how I felt at the time, I said it was like being stripped to studs. […] I have a problem. l don’t know when problems aren’t mine. […] We are all slaves. Slavery is, apparently, essential to the way we work. We must be enslaved to something: we must obey something. Something must be our driving force and end goal. We must have something to adhere to, to follow, to be our identity and our touchstone. We must belong to something. […] I haven’t written much lately, because I haven’t had much to say. The reason I haven’t had much to say isn’t that not much has happened, but rather, too much. […] It’s easy to stand on a mountaintop and praise God. Not that there aren’t people who, upon reaching a mountaintop, decide to praise themselves instead. […] I found a neat book today. It was called How to Build a Fire: and Other Handy Things Your Grandfather Knew. […] |
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