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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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Starlight in Her Hemisphere

Cold like the night, I came to her shoulder and gently took her into a hug. 

"Light up the way", I told her, and it was strange; stranger than the cigarette-lamps hanging in the glow of the previous night through the sleek Bangkok Alleyways, steam rolling off the streets, how she always did.

It was strange, but here we were in the nightlight of another mall, And the feeling of a mutual high rose between us once again.

Life, and life like no other day. And this our mansion. Hers and mine.

I had to talk to her about youth, and feelings from the marrow but I didn't always have the words. We were tender, as tender as the first time we met. Something was growing between us.

It wasn't like she could hold onto much else. We were tropically suited, almost like there was a filling holding feeling.

I love the delicate balance between East and West. 

There was the river, too, the way the river took off into seeming eternity. We weren't broken over it as we had been before, over other loves, but it was always there, always inescapable. That hit from another night in paradise.



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