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“Nature does not hurry, yet everything is accomplished.”— Lao Tzu I left behind boyhood’s warm embrace,To chase manhood’s fleeting, hurried pace,Thinking joy was locked in that new space,But found instead an empty, hollow place. Then spent my years in restless, vain pursuit,To find the boy, to lost joy impute,Believing he could make my heart refute,But…
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If you were to choose a tattoo for yourself, what would it be, and where would you place it? For me, I’ve already found meaning in the two tattoos gracing my fingers. One is a King of Hearts, with a crucifix at its center—a symbol of Christ’s sovereignty and sacrifice. The other simply reads “surrender.”…
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Squeezing my entire sparkling personality into one measly word is like trying to fit a square peg in a round hole—tricky business, to say the least. As I flip through the Rolodex of my mind, I zip past the sunshine-and-rainbows clichés—compassionate, loving, kind—and think, “Sure, I’d love to be a saint, but I’m not exactly…
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The day stretched long, yet held its grace,I toiled in fields, dirt beneath my nails a trace.My back groaned low, lifting burdens high,A job or two I sought beneath the sky. A younger me, with frustration rife,Spoke of bills, of girls, of a carless life.Gas too dear, the reason he was late,I heard his woe,…
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“The best way to find yourself is to lose yourself in the service of others.”— Mahatma Gandhi Without a doubt, the best compliment I’ve ever gotten is when people gush about my kids—now adults—and sneak in a nod to their mom and me for how they’ve turned out. Good values, solid character, you name it.…
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“We are all sentenced to solitary confinement inside our own skins, for life; but the tragedy is when someone else holds the key to who we are and turns it in the wrong lock.”— Tennessee Williams (paraphrased and adapted from his works on identity and perception) I was her effigy,strung up and hollowed out,a frayed…
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Home from a long day, I turn on Vivaldi’s Four Seasons and let my mind slip free from the shackles of routine. I drift into the music, becoming part of it, letting it steer my thoughts. It builds a world through one voice and many—instruments weaving together, tempos shifting, crescendos rising, then resting, only to…
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Give me the steel rails humming beneath, my head against the cool window, watching the rolling landscape unfold like a living movie reel. In this theater of motion, I become both scriptwriter and audience. The countryside slides by frame by frame, and I craft stories from each passing scene. A train offers a rare symphony…
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I live in a roomwithout a heart—not that I’m gone,but it feels that part. They used to come,“Grandma’s new place!”—a pool, a clubhouse,wide-open space.But had I knownit was a guise,to strip me bareof dignity’s prize,I’d have stayedin my home, my own,where the hallway’s wornby children grown,their racing feet,their candy smears,walls alivewith fleeting years. There, my…
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Oh, this one’s a cinch—let’s roll through it. Ever? Jesus. Strolled across water, turned H2O into happy hour, and owned it like a boss. All human, all God—confidence dialed to eleven. (We’ll table that divine chat for another day—maybe over nachos.) In history? Alexander the Great. Dude didn’t just call himself “The Great”—he lived it.…
BB Grey--musings 