" here, there, everywhere "

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they'll tell you it's about the destination. but then what about the planning, the tickets, the camaraderie, the language lessons, the ho(s)tels, the photo equipment, the swimwear, the burner phones, the notepaper and writing instruments, the sunglasses, the one set of "dress" clothing for the just in case, the snacks, the candies, the sunscreen, soap, toiletries, the sense of adventure, the troubleshooting, the anticipation of rail travel, the sightseeing, the alleyways, the waterways, the quiet calm spaces, the cities bustling at night, the people, the faces, the midnight reverie?

it's not solely in the destination; it's the life lived in the in between where the gold is sewn.

tonight's homework:

make some plans for exploration/adventure.

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" the line in the circle "

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you should at all times make the attempt to give pause before saying something out of frustration, judgement, or anger. you may be fueling your discontent based on a single moment of ire, and it is difficult to know the long-lasting outcomes of momentary vitriol.

when you feel that white-hot heat of displeasure, welling up seating heavy and square upon your torso, of course there's nothing more relieving than unleashing it into the world as quick as possible.

but take a moment, a true moment of pause. allow this feeling to manifest, to evolve and ripen. recognize it and give it a power and a name. know it's presence is as valid as all other feelings, and deserves to exist. then with that recognition, you may make your choices.

all it takes are mere seconds and the situation changes, the day shifts into something else, the tone of your week alters, your life is now different. it is all that simple and it is all that complex.

when you make a line through a circle, it's an active choice. there is an entrance and an exit. a beginning and an end. it has always been like this, and afterwards, nothing is ever the same.

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 hark! 
 to the complete death of self-doubt, fear, consternation, silence, and regret. 
 the city may be crumbling, the seas may be roiling, and the stars may be fading away into the dark bleak black of outer space, but you have the chance, right now, to make something of substance. 
 each moment a gift, each new conversation a positive charge to the soul, each whisper, each hug hello-goodbye, each i-love-you, each chat, each knowing silent shared bemused gaze. 
 these are my new gold brick, and i aim to build this house of creativity piece by piece. 
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hark!

to the complete death of self-doubt, fear, consternation, silence, and regret.

the city may be crumbling, the seas may be roiling, and the stars may be fading away into the dark bleak black of outer space, but you have the chance, right now, to make something of substance.

each moment a gift, each new conversation a positive charge to the soul, each whisper, each hug hello-goodbye, each i-love-you, each chat, each knowing silent shared bemused gaze.

these are my new gold brick, and i aim to build this house of creativity piece by piece.

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