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Rated: 13+ · Book · Entertainment · #2199980
Thoughts destined to be washed away by the tides of life.
I've been studying my cover photo for a while now, and it seems to me that it is more than just a photo of what is there that can be seen, more than just three white rocks stacked on a beach. It contains an important question about the future, about what happens long after the photographer has gone. What will happen to our pile of stones when the tide comes in? Will it topple or has the architect built this structure at a safe distance?

I don't know what will happen to these words that I stack here on the sand. They may prove safely distant, or they may be swallowed up by a rush of self-doubt. They may be here for a season. They may lose their balance and be scattered by the shoreline, or be hidden away under shifting sands. Perhaps someday, the tides of life will reclaim them.


Or maybe that's just a bunch of poetic, romantic nonsense. After all, this is just a blog.




December 11, 2024 at 6:51am
December 11, 2024 at 6:51am
#1081028
Honestly, I love Christmas commercialism.

I have always loved stores that put up too many decorations and lights, have too many sales and specials that push us to buy things for people we don't even like just because that's the perfect gift for that person. Holiday sales are a huge chunk of the annual profit for most retailers, so they need the hyped holiday rush to stay in business. I mostly shop online these days, which makes me nostalgic for the magical delights of the mall at Christmas. It's tradition -even if it's gaudy and tacky and covered in tinsel.

I want to hear non-stop Christmas music. I want to watch cheesy Christmas movies. I want Christmas to be big and loud and in my face. I also want the peace of watching a softly falling snow and the twinkling of my tree lights reflected on the window while I reflect on Christmases past and try not to project into Christmases yet to come.

It's a time of year when people want to be, and strive to be a better version of themselves. Peace on Earth, Goodwill towards men. We ought to try that approach sometime.


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