The pins fell back hard and the sound was glorious. It was the culmination of years of practice and blood. I was at that crucial point when I realized the value of working hard everyday with a goal in mind. The process was a blur. This is what happens when you are young.
The pins fall just as hard and are more precisely driven back, the sound is intensely gratifying, and the blood is of no consequence. I enjoy the day, each day, as a part of my goal attainment. This is what happens when you are older. 98
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Hate fizzles away into the great big nothing. Love always grows into a great big something... and love lasts forever and ever.
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Planetary forces that align against the spirit are indeed the spirits of disgruntled souls. They have places to go as the doors to the unive...
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I would like to walk on a magnificent pathway leading to the ultimate height of human experience and existence. I would see the shorelines o...
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One of the most endearing qualities we humans possess is our inate ability to actually believe our own bullshit. We can talk our way through...
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Along the sides of the meandering highways and bi-ways there is color in the garden. The sustenance provided is appealing in every way. The ...
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The climb is not a climb at all. It is a process of learning that never comes to a close. Becomming whole, a man cannot stand being without ...
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There is mold on the windowsill and the wind outside has strengthened. The musty odor permeates the air like a woolen blanket keeps us safe ...
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