Sometimes we leave and don’t come back. And when others want to talk with us. It’s like this because. Stamping stamps on while another takes shape. Hello to them and to you. After all, there hadn’t been just one. A young girl walks firmly while watching her footsteps. Each landed nicely placed within the field’s dust. She wanted to know from the spider which angle it liked to build and the spider replied,’From the best.’
‘It was in that room too that I learned not to think about anything that I was writing from the time I stopped writing until I started again the next day. That way my subconscious would be working on it and at the same time I would be listening to other people and noticing everything.’
-Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast: The Restored Edition.
Our throat is filled with unending pressure. Each swallow becomes more difficult. We watch the wall to end us and then remember a boy with brazen glances. His hair is unruly and he’s climbing a tree. He said he wants to climb to the very top and then sway to the next before climbing down. We ask, can we be this wild boy?.
In the heat of many passions it’s possible to forget to remember what’s good. In all times there are wars and divides splitting peoples of every country. That does not make all peoples of each country bad people. And it’s my belief that people ought not hide their love for their country, nor their flag, for fear of the bad. I’m thankful for the ground I walk on and I hope others are as well. No matter where they call home.
There are only so many steps we will take. Find your country. Enjoy it best you can.
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It starts one note at a time. Soon, if you pick the truest path, you have a masterpiece. I think the broken humanity we live in has lost its ability to choose truly. We become angry and destroy our own family members with words and sometimes with violence. Then we walk the streets and continue creating more imperfect notes and it spreads through our town and further. In my opinion it’s impossible to not see the divide that’s among us. And yet we blame it on anything other than ourselves without feeling the necessary humility of responsibility through reflection. I don’t feel our leadership can fix it. I don’t feel our government knows even where to begin. I don’t think our churches can fix it. They are at war with one another. They compete for your money and call it belief and are unable to accept differing beliefs without furthering the divide. I do have hope though. To find one true note for myself. I think it’s best to start with me. If I can create my best version then it’s possible to look beyond. To my wife, my son. In my opinion it starts at home. It isn’t about what our leaders might do for us. It never was. They are not in your home nor or in your mind unless you let them be. You are there alone. It’s up to you to choose truly. And maybe then we’ll be on to something.