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That empty bench…
The saddest scene for me has always been the abandoned park bench. It echoes with profound intensity the pervasive isolation that too many experience, but too few reveal. There is a shame that is carried upon the broken wings of abandonment that anchors us in that space between wanting to create beauty in this world,…
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Elusive peace…
Peace…that elusive mist that needs to enshroud everything. Its absence creates the need to change the circumstances of our lives, so that we leave no space for nothing, needing every space to be filled with something. Some look to fill those spaces with trinkets and tokens. Others look to fill it with purposeful endeavours. But…
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A walk…and a bit
I stepped on the treadmill today. It’s not my favourite pastime, but I did it anyway. At first, I recalled the time, many years ago, when I first attempted it and found myself winded in less than 3 minutes. I was still working in corporate. Life was lifeless, and purpose was found in servitude. I…
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Restless souls write
Restless souls write Anxious souls read Complacent souls pay no heed And then there’s me. Fitting uncomfortably in each space, while not fitting in at all. There’s a blessing in being anomalous. It spares us the slavery of living by rules. But blessings don’t occur without burdens, and the burden of being anomalous is the…
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A Brain Dump
The short posts don’t allow for a meaningful purge of what rumbles inside my head. And there’s a lot of rumbling this morning. Having finally published my novel, the reactions I’ve noted along with the assumptions that people make about my reasons for doing so, are entertaining. I’ve always taken a morbid pleasure from watching…
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The Lonely Path
There is comfort in being in a space unoccupied by others. The plague of clichés and the clutter of egos take up residence in crowded spaces. Blending into the crowd always threatened my sanity. Living up to an expectation set against a standard that I don’t subscribe to will always result in disappointment for the…
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The Space Between
The hole in your heart can only be filled by the companion that knows that it is there. Sometimes we seek companionship in search of one that recognises that gap, but fail to realise that we in fact projected our need on their abilities instead. We flit between the calm and the clutter, the spaces…
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Every time a man (myself) gives way to vanity, every time he thinks and lives in order to show off, this is a betrayal. Every time, it has always been the great misfortune of wanting to show off which has lessened me in the presence of the truth. We do not need to reveal ourselves…
