resilience
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People no longer cease to amaze me in the worst way possible. Maybe that sounds cynical. It probably is. But cynicism is merely optimism after it has been mugged in a dark alley enough times to recognize the footsteps behind it. There are very few people left who aren’t looking out for themselves first. I…
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There is a strange kind of silence that only writers hear. It doesn’t sound like silence at all. It sounds like an empty room where people were laughing five minutes ago. I never thought I would run out of things to say. Writers joke about writer’s block the way fishermen joke about rain. It exists.…
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There is a neighborhood nobody advertises. No real estate agent will ever show it to you. There are no open houses. No ribbon cuttings. No welcome baskets waiting on the porch. Yet somehow… Millions of people live there. It is the only place on earth where everyone believes they are the victim of their own…
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There are things that should have been said. Not whispered years too late over a hospital bed. Not mumbled through regret after someone has already packed their bags. Not carved into a headstone where the only ears left to hear them belong to the wind. Some words arrive exactly when they are needed. Others never…
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There is a peculiar place that almost nobody talks about. It has no walls, no windows, and no clocks. It does not announce itself when you arrive because the people inside believe they are only staying for a minute. Every unfinished dream ever imagined passes through there. A novel with only three chapters written. A…
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There is a strange little museum that almost no one visits. Not because it is hidden. Not because no one knows it exists. Because everything inside looks… ordinary. No glowing swords. No magical rings. No capes fluttering in impossible wind. No trophies engraved with impossible victories. People wander through expecting to find greatness displayed behind…
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There is an old tailor’s shop that almost no one remembers anymore. The walls are lined with thousands of pairs of scissors. Some are polished silver. Some are black with age. Some have blades so sharp they can separate silk without leaving a thread behind. People wander into the shop every day carrying pieces of…
