breeze changes direction
I see so much opportunity, and how privilege feeds that. How I can pick and choose amongst these choices, while so many others struggle to get by.
How can I leverage privilege and expand opportunity for all?
Is this how I make the world better?
this morning sunlight
a new day bringing its grace
go seek out beauty
in the morning air
humanity is silent
I hear the birds sing
July is marching past. August approaches quickly. I doubt I’ll be ready, but the universe doesn’t care. Always forward motion, I do my best to prepare.
white space my best friend
crisp clarity is my goal
not one extra word
Such is my ascetic: minimalism, concise clarity. Inspired by modernist and Swiss Style, I prefer crisp fonts, lots of free, open white space.
Another night’s gracefulness
Dreams drip from streetlights
The streetlight flickers, the night offers grace, offers sanctuary. !
Early in the morning remembering the actions I regret. Unwilling to learn from my elders caused so much heartache. Eventually I learned this bit of wisdom:
a wise person learns from their mistakes
a wiser person means from the mistakes of others
the wisest person learns from the successes of others
Also I figured out that I learn more by listening than talking.
springtime’s presence here
flower’s garish excesses sunlight fights viri
sunlight’s downward path
as I wander past the fears
ah, cherry blossoms!
stories of the past
yet I look to the future
I am far from done
Met a really cool guy today. A former Navy nuclear power program sailor, just like me. Though he is quite a bit younger.
Swapped stories of our respective experiences, which I enjoyed. Yet I often worry in those moments that I’ll become like the subject of Bruce Springsteen’s “Glory Days”, a relic, trapped in the past. Grave fate, for me, at least.
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star filled night
reaching heavenwards caressing God’s face