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Scrambled cities: If you're not gonna do the work(on your soul), then you might as well work til you die

 There are two tiers in normal life. Those who are survive and those who thrive.  But nothing is a mistake in life: Nothing comes by chance. You have to prepare for it.  If you thought life was about making money and beating out the Jones's, you've lost already.  Life is: Desire for connection. All unhealthy competition is isolating. We live in an isolated-enough world already. This connection comes from a surprising place: Self-acceptance. A lot of us need to go back to the classroom. A lot of us need to take a silent breather and check in with what we need. This takes serious work. It's the real work. It relies on respect for others and self-respect.  A lot of people in the self-help community try to push the self aside: Manning up is the only side of it they see. But there are certain non-negotiables in this life. Certain things we can't cheat ourselves out of. We are not a piece of meat being acted on.    However, this is where God comes in. Some o...
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For the loss of her

Do you think she didn't know?

She can't have. She can't have ever really known all of you. 

How could she have known you if she left you behind like some tired toy creature? 
So... she left you because the other guy was richer...
But how could she measure your life in money?

She left you because the other guy had more furniture, more living-space, a pool, more potential

But how could she have weighed your soul-blood against gold? 

So she left you because you were too low in the rankings of a tinted-glass world of skyscrapers.  

And a world where status seemed eternal to her.

Who could she have chosen above you though? And now you think... ruminate... persecute your standards. Standards of the soul and the lifeblood you gave her.

they left you because they cared more about a stranger
Did they ever really care in the first place then? 

Merry Christmas Loser... That's how it feels. It feels like I'm the only loser in a long time...In soul time. In damn-near infinite time. Maybe forever.

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