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highways stretch endlessly, markers of time and memory in the vast expanse, amidst the humming tires, one finds a serenity, a place where thoughts crystallize and clarity emerges.
the sands whisper tales of oblivion. amidst the absurdity, one seeks solace in cognizance. the clatter of casbahs and scent of citrus – illusions fleeting. in this awakening, is found rebellion, and ultimate affirmation.
we are funneled into the narrow confines of 'permitted' thought, 'approved' practice. what becomes of the renegade ideas, the maverick approaches, the unconventional solutions?
some seek solace in illusion, but I have found my peace in reality. no more the painted mask, the rehearsed lines. just the raw and real, the unscripted dialogues of my existence, the symphony of my soul.
surrender is often misconstrued as the opposite of resistance — when it can be its complement. by surrendering to the flow, we're not abstaining from struggle — we're navigating it with the wisdom of water, shaping our course along the bends....
In the garden, the once orderly rows of flowers were now overtaken by rebellious weeds, a botanical uprising against man's imposed order.
I wonder how much weird stuff I've agreed to over the years. They drown you in minutiae and legalese until you just give up. One day someone will show up at my door and say "here is the abandoned child you agreed to care for in 2013 in clause 438a section 8 of the instagram terms and services"
I held a cigar at a poker game once. Didn't smoke it, just twirled it between my fingers, trying to blend into the world of high stakes and bravado. Pretty sure it didn't help.
Sounds like a bird, doesn't it? Maybe a type of seabird... "Look, there goes a flock of scaffolds!" Or maybe it has its own word like a "murder" of crows. "A scandal of scaffolds!"
If life were a tapestry, glitches would be the unexpected knots and tangles that give it character. They are the signs of a life lived, not merely existed.
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