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I mean to say that I say what I don't mean.

Letter From My Spiritual Self to My Everyday Self

Rene Magritte's

Rene Magritte’s “Not to Be Reproduced.”

I urge you, dear friend, not to take for granted your good health, your eyesight, your hearing, your sense of smell, your taste buds, your ease of movement, your thoughts, your emotions, not even the air you breathe.

Please don’t.

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Winter Lake And Environs

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These photographs were taken Sunday in Herastrau, which seems so big, so lonely without you…

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7 Writing Tips For Young Writers From Famous Authors

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“If I had to give a young writer some advice I would say to write about something that has happened to him.” – Gabriel Garcia Marquez

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More, or Less?

Less Is More

Do we really need more than we already have to be happy? More love, more money, more knowledge, more unique experiences, more good memories, more esteem, more clothes, more food, more things, more of what we don’t have, more of everything? Is the pursuit of happiness nothing but a never-ending effort to accumulate more?

I’m not sure about you, but I always want more than I have, whether it’s love, attention, knowledge, or blog followers. My nature is not an immoderate one; I don’t seek to wallow in excess. Yet somehow, I never seem to have enough; something in me craves for more, tempting me with the promise that just a little bit more will be enough to make me happy. Of course, nothing is ever enough.

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Ode On Solitude (Modern Edition)

Man Relaxing on Chair Painting

Happy the man*, whose wish and care
A house or an apartment bound,
Content to breathe his native air,
In his own town.
Whose routine job, whose local stores
Supply his food and his attire,
Whose books in summer yield him shade,
In winter fire.
Blest, who can unconcerned’dly find
Hours, days, and years slide soft away
In health of body, balanced bank account, and peace of mind;
Quiet by day,
Sound sleep by night; study and ease; leisure walks,
Together mix’d: sweet recreation.
And moderation, which most does please
With meditation.
Thus let me live, Facebookless, offline, unknown,
Thus unlamented let me die,
Steal from the world, and not a grave
Tell who I was or where I lie.

***

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What Is She Thinking?

Woman thinking

Can You See the Moon In This Image?

Bucharest in Winter

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