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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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Pig face at the break of dawn

 I'm in a so-what-if kind of a mood. There is nothing and I'm okay with that. Just gliding along a plane of numbness, like a low-slung snow-king whose only crystals are the frozen water he holds sway over. 

Yoda was wrong. Do or don't do; it doesn't really matter. In that kind of space, you're wide open to experimentation. Tilling the ground for diamonds or interesting rocks. Either are interesting. One is interesting to kings, the other to professors. So what if.

Jack's friend said girls come and go. He was bored with the whole process at that point. Jack who was only yet to be initiated and would later become a drunkard believed his car-thieving friend. 

Pillaging new ground had become battle-worn and torn up and unfriendly as anything else in life, and now he just enjoyed making things difficult for himself and that included dramatic break-ups. 

And that is how it is when you're poor. Everything becomes a ritual and an event that has one aim: Proving that you're actually rich. That you're capable of making anything into a kind of wealth. 

Despite expectations. I have something called pig-face. it's the Caucasian condition.  


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