An Enlightened Version
An abbreviated version of “We Think, We Are.”Links to further research are below. The...
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An enlighted version On February 23, 2019, a link to a blog post arrived in my email. That was a...
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Rediscovering Life’s Beauty and Value
All I had to do was serve my clients, pay rent, and buy food. Life was simple. The hardest part was all the time I had and the lack of someone to share it with; that presence, being fully with someone else, is a luxury that is worthless when you find yourself alone. I didn't feel lonely; I felt pointless, useless, unworthy. Lucky for me, I had TLV (That Little Voice) as a companion, and it was there for me when I really needed to have that conversation about what I was thinking when I was alone.
Rediscovering Life’s Beauty and Value
All I had to do was serve my clients, pay rent, and buy food.
Life was simple. The hardest part was all the time I had and the lack of someone to share it with; that presence, being fully with someone else, is a luxury that is worthless when you find yourself alone. I didn’t feel lonely; I felt pointless, useless, unworthy.
Lucky for me, I had TLV (That Little Voice) as a companion, and it was there for me when I really needed to have that conversation about what I was thinking when I was alone.
For Goodness’ Sake
Surveying the situation, he soaked in the noise of the waves washing over his toes, cooling and tickling his bare feet, accompanied by the less-than-rhythmic racket made by soaring seagulls. Children laughing, parents calling out, and the battle of boom-boxes filled his head with a joyful noise. With his next breath, he took in a bit of the salty sea spray and realized he had come to the beach without water to drink. His stomach turned a half-flip as he considered his situation. “Water, water, everywhere, nor any drop to drink”, he found himself reciting the hackneyed phrase. He followed quickly with, “Am I not my own albatross?”
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Dark Dave on Daytona Beach
Surveying the situation, he soaked in the noise of the waves washing over his toes, cooling and tickling his bare feet, accompanied by the less-than-rhythmic racket made by soaring seagulls. Children laughing, parents calling out, and the battle of boom-boxes filled his head with a joyful noise. With his next breath, he took in a bit of the salty sea spray and realized he had come to the beach without water to drink. His stomach turned a half-flip as he considered his situation. “Water, water, everywhere, nor any drop to drink”, he found himself reciting the hackneyed phrase. He followed quickly with, “Am I not my own albatross?”
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