writing
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I hit a dead end today. No sirens, no flashing lights—just a flat, unblinking fact. The road stopped, and so did I. You get to a dead end one of two ways. Sometimes you see it coming, the signs piling up like cracked pavement, and you still drive toward it, half-curious, half-resigned. Other times it…
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I embarked on ritualistic quests—reading Russian short novels in the twilight,playing timed chess as minutes slipped like sand,fasting to one humble meal a day,drinking bitter espresso to puncture the haze,smoking in the quiet solitude of dusk,and pickling myself in vodka’s icy embrace,laboring until every morning,my limbs begged gentle guidancejust to stir into motion. In that…
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Three Objects I Couldn’t Live Without At first, my mind jumped to the obvious: faith, love, hope—the big three. And of course, loved ones. But since those aren’t exactly “objects” (and I don’t want to get lost in philosophical rabbit holes), I’ll stick to material things—stuff you can touch, hold, maybe even drop on your…
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Fate? Destiny? They sound like the tagline for a cheesy rom-com—or maybe a buddy cop flick where Fate’s the brooding loner and Destiny’s rocking aviators and a cocky grin. I can’t help but picture that moment in Titanic where Billy Zane’s character, all smug and slick, whips out his gun and declares, “I make my…
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Letting go wasn’t a choice, but a season—winter, relentless in its hush.I fell with no ground, no direction,only the ache of motion without meaning. The warmth fled, roots curled inward,and endings did not ask permission. Yet even winter must break,ice must bow to thaw.I did not say goodbye—I let it turn to earth,to feed what…
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If I could be someone else for a day, I would choose to be Jesus. Not to sound sacrilegious, but because I long to experience life through His compassionate and forgiving eyes. I want to see myself as He sees me—unburdened by the weight of my own self-criticism and the negative thoughts that often cloud…
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I hear you. And I mean, really hear you. In the grand blueprint of life, the most ambitious DIY project any of us will ever undertake isn’t just built with wood, nails, or stone, but with choices, relationships, and the wisdom we gather along the way. Your words ring true—no project worth its weight is…
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If I could ban one word from existence, what would it be? Love. Yeah, that’s right—love’s gotta go. It’s too damn vague, like a one-size-fits-all sweatshirt that fits nobody right. The Eskimos have some plus fifty words for snow—meanwhile, we’re stuck with this single, overstretched syllable to cover everything from banging your significant other to…
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“The life that I have known is gone, but in its place, a strange new music plays.”— Adapted from W.H. Auden His head bobbed gently, resting against the cold windowpane of the train as it carved smooth, silver lines across the waking landscape, steel wheels humming beneath steel tracks. Dawn crept in slowly beyond the…
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“In a world where the economy spins like a roulette wheel, my biggest challenge is betting on the right number—without losing my shirt.” -bb grey My biggest challenge in the next six months will be outsmarting a volatile economy that keeps tossing unexpected curveballs at my business, all while preserving both my sanity and my…
BB Grey--musings 