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Break me down. Rip my joy out. Take a perfect day and turn it into something horrible.

Dance circles around my head. Laugh out loud at my jittery hands. Jeer my trips.

Amplify my faults. Paint my dreams red. Come back again and again after I think your gone.

I…

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Talk is cheap. Action is everything.

I wrote about how words matter and how they sometimes preceed your actions in driving interaction.

But words without actions are plain. Like an egg without a yolk. What gives words their power is the backing of the action it promises. It’s why God…

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There is this cover of fear that exists. The fear of taking the wrong direction and wasting time. Especially when the current activity isn’t yeilding any result and projections seem grim. This same story has been told thousands of times over the centuries and millennia. Of those too afraid to…

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Yes

Truly?

…yes.

What makes you happy?

…nature, I guess. The yellow sun. The green leaves. The crawling insect. The flying bird…

Yeah, there’s a certain peace in nature. Something different, ethereal, calming.

Mmhm.

Do you go out often?

No.

But you said nature makes you happy.

Yes.

Then that…

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A short story. It starts with a promise, and ends with furrowed brows.

Energy driven out. Smack, like the clap of a sound barrier.

A single decision and the subsequent consequences.

The wind blows, the leaves shuffle. A frog croaks in the distance.

The eye adjusts, noticing the shining moon…

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