Your hard work ethic is rooted in Puritan principles
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I fear that you have missed how sinfully angry I am this year.
Everyone dies twice: The day you die, and the last time anyone says your name.
Seems like a pretty simple dichotomy, right? Perhaps it’s not quite as clean cut as it appears.
As a westerner living in a third world country, I have gained some much-needed perspective…
Maybe creativity isn’t just about making new ideas, but new ways to communicate a good one.
I’m about to say something I never thought I’d say. I thought it would grind against my ‘artistic, creative gears.’
I was in Southern India several years ago and noticed an odd thing about most of the small children there: They all had little red strings tied around their bellies. These toddlers who were just learning to walk and run around were most often stark naked, save these shoelace-sized red bands tied around their middles.
“There’s just no good guys/girls in my life right now…” Make excuses or moves.
And then one day it all goes black. All the stories you’ve held in your chest are released to fly into the night. It’s like waking up from a long sleep, but instead of morning grog, you are met with stunning clarity.