Beginnings
It is easier to imagine the ends of things than the beginnings, says a friend on Twitter, and I think about how the ends of things are in the beginnings, the beginnings in the ends.
I was walking to work today, and a man crossed the street with me, nodded to the old man that always sits on the bench outside Muffin Café on Columbus Avenue and said, it’s all good, to which the old man responded, Don’t let go, man, and I walked past them both thinking, don’t let go, don’t let go of this joy you feel, despite the horror.
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Women have to hustle, and my sister says that’s not a bad price for your future, and she’s right. Life finds a way.
Shannon says, you have a gift.
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Did you know the word [wonder] has the same root as [smile?] I want to live a life of wonder. A life in exclamation!
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My sister tells me, you are making mom, dad, all of us so happy.
My mother tells me, don’t stop living your life, don’t let anything stop you, and I think about the old man on the street, saying, don’t let go. For I won’t.
I won’t.
Olivia says this virus deserves our respect before it leaves, but I’d rather not. Respect is for the deserving.
Adrian tells me you’re incredible and I believe him, though what it means to me is not what it means to him.
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The point is the struggle. The intentional memory. The aesthetics of beauty.
Loving something can physically change you. I have been in love my whole life.
