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  • Hate: Toxic energy & wasted potential
    Hate, as they say, is a strong word. It is also a costly one. It demands your energy, attention, and—most damning of all—your time. For the weak and the impulsive, hatred can feel like fuel, a fire that drives their every move. But I have learned that my energy is finite, and I refuse to waste it on something so fruitless. I used to think that proving myself required battling every...
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  • The Privacy Pivot
    It’s a paradox of modern life: we despise the very things we rely on. Social media, messaging platforms, digital tools—they’re woven into the fabric of our daily lives, yet they breed resentment. Why? Because they take more than they give. They demand our attention, exploit our data, and trade our privacy for profit. And still, we use them. It’s a cycle that feels...
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  • Moderate this Zuck
    Ah, moderation. It’s a concept we often discuss, yet rarely do we pause to fully understand its implications. In its purest form, moderation is the art of balance, the practice of ensuring that no single perspective drowns out the chorus of voices in a conversation. But let’s not kid ourselves: moderation, like power, is a tool. And the outcome of that tool depends entirely on who...
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  • Who are the real looters in CA?
    Ah, the beauty of a disaster. There’s nothing quite like the unifying spirit of collective misfortune to remind us that, at our core, society is really just one big scam. Looters are smashing windows, hauling off flat screens and sneakers, while somewhere far above, in the rarified air-conditioned sanctuaries of corporate boardrooms, insurance executives sip single malt scotch and draft...
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  • Pay it forward
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    Pay it forward, every day who needs a donation on Funding, I will use this fund to add to a smaller asked funding request when the total is reached. And start a new pay it forward to keep a river of prosperity flowing for those in need.
    Pay it forward, every day who needs a donation on Funding, I will use this fund to add to a smaller asked funding request when the total is reached. And start a new pay it forward to keep a river of prosperity flowing for those in need.
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  • Father Time..... heal me.
    Time, they say, is the great healer. That universal salve that dulls all wounds, mends all fractures. But let me tell you something about time—time is a liar. It doesn’t heal; it doesn’t even try. What it does, if anything, is grind down the edges of your pain, like waves against a jagged cliff. It’s not gone; it’s just less sharp. And sometimes, when the tide...
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  • No doesn't mean narcissist
    Today, the lesson was as clear as it was cutting: people don’t just dislike hearing "no"—they despise the power behind it. A "no" denies them access to something they feel entitled to, and that denial is more than they can bear. It’s not my responsibility to soothe their disappointment or justify my choices, yet somehow, the world seems to demand it. When I say "no,"...
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  • Parents, what are they good for?
    You see, there are some truths in life that no amount of scheming or manipulation can change. They’re carved into your soul like initials in an old oak tree. One of those truths? Your mother. And the other? Your father. Let’s start with your mother, the one person you can rely on when the rest of the world burns to ash and leaves you standing alone in the smoke. The thing about a...
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  • Keep Calm, Carry On
    This is Thomas, Patty, and Francis’s day. It should have been February. It is February in my heart. But here I am, writing in January, because the world, the calendar, and the slow, indifferent grind of time have stolen it from us again. February 29 doesn’t exist this year. A blank space, a forgotten square. As if that day—his day, our day—could be erased. But the...
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