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Joy And Death
It is disappointing. That is the only word I can use to describe the way I feel about humanity at times: disappointed. I know that we can do better, and often I wish that we would. Instead, we get locked into this tit-for-tat cycle of growing retribution that you can never go back far enough…
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9:00am
It’s an arbitrary number. There really is no meaning behind it. There was only the thought of what time in the morning made the most sense. If one really wanted to argue it, each time makes as much sense as the next. Thus little rhyme or reason as to why I chose this time over…
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Building
Habits can be a lot like writing a story. Each habit a simple word or phrase assembled together, each supposed to build upon the last. Bad habits become the sentences we placed in haste or laziness, or carelessness, or for the purpose of stroking ego, or any reason. We edit our lives, pruning habits and…
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Is The Goal Worth It?
As the days build upon days, there is a question that arises I accumulate words in my fervor to become a self-sustaining independent writer. Is the goal worth the process? We often don’t think about that question. We fixate on the goal as though when we achieve it, things will magically change. Sometimes they do,…
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They Sneak Back In
They are always waiting. Hidden in the shadows, they lurk, ready to sneak back in as soon as our attention is elsewhere. Before we know it, they are there taking away everything that we worked so hard to build. Bad habits have a way of making their way into our lives even after we’ve made…
Jeremy C Kester
converting caffeine into words
Jeremy C Kester 