father, dad, me
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It didn’t happen yesterday. I lost my spark many years ago. Back then, I knew so little about the world. I dreamed big, acted foolishly, and loved madly. Everything burned bright with possibility. But I refuse to accept that this vibrant energy belongs only to youth. I won’t let marriage, two wonderful kids, and finding…
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That optimistic, pink-tinged spark that makes life feel exciting. I used to chase its cause, rewinding actions and thoughts to explain it. But every search ended the same way—disappointment. The bubble burst as I realized there was no particular reason for happiness. So I stopped looking for explanations. Instead, I now chase the feeling itself.…
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I see beyond the horizon: hopes, dreams, optimistic forecasts, and exaggeratedly inflated possibilities. And for all that, I build. Each stone set, day by day, rain or shine. I let people know my mind is alive, buzzing with plans, crafting variations of the perfect setup. People with little hope or no vision gather, drawn by…
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When I was in school, the best gift you could give someone was a mixtape. Not a playlist, a real cassette. It was before CDs. To make one, you needed a special cassette player with a record button. You’d manually record each song, one by one, onto a blank tape. Music was rare back then.…
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It’s been a while since I last posted—sorry for my absence. The reason lies within me—the part of myself I set out to express through writing. A few months ago, I started a website and joined X to rekindle an old passion for writing. And honestly, it’s been a meaningful journey. I’ve connected with amazing…
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Man is the only creature who refuses to be what he is. Albert Camus I thought adulthood would be something that suddenly kicks-in at a certain (perceived at that point as old) age. But as years passed I just became more efficient at doing stuff that needs doing, through experience. This is not enough. It…
Working & parenting artfully. Also, sometimes living passionately. 