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I like the night. Without the dark, we'd never see the stars. It's been made known to me that the act of wishing upon a star is ridiculously dumb. Mainly because according to astronomy, all the stars are dead. When you wish upon a star, you're actually a few million years late. Also, stars are just a ball of gas & fire that explodes with light. Your wishes will never come true. That should be quite apparent. Be that as it may, it is fun. It's a much more enjoyable practice than 11:11 or blowing out the candles on a birthday cake. None of my wishes have ever come true, what does it matter how I make my wishes? Maybe, you can't wish upon just about any random stars. Maybe, it only works with shooting stars. Did you know, the Greeks actually believed that shooting stars represented falling human souls, & it was lucky to make a wish on them. I know, it sounds preposterous. But, the Greeks also invented democracy, so let's not be too critical of them. Back th...

I like that I'm writing again. I feel like I've been putting off posting a blog, or everything else for so long, for another day, & that day will never come. Procrastination was my topic when I sat down to write today. To beat procrastination, I knew I had to look it in the eye, examine its caliber & understand where it comes from. & while I had hoped to create something quick & funny about anything random & our history of unfinished business, I’m finding the process cathartic & insults difficult. According to my own review, my father & his dad before him weren’t lazy men at all. In fact, they worked harder than I might ever work in my life. Now who or what should I account my truancy on? Myself, maybe? I think I’ve been putting off writing to the public because I feel that my sentences as of late have been scatterbrained & incomplete. But now it’s done. I’ve written & posted something. Spoken like a true procrastinator who’s always proud to ...

One impossible day, I was avoiding the easy task of letting go while arguing with the demons in my head in an effort to feel love, worth, to have my intuitions confirmed that the kind of life that I'm leading is of value. I had always been a troubadour who relied on signs & coincidences to satisfy the mystic in my mind, & on this particular day after yet another unsatisfying week, what I needed most was a sign. This was a few days ago, on the holiday of labor, while playing football. I conceded what you would call a bizarre goal while on goalkeeper duty. I didn't realize the ball had gone past me & into goal. It was a pretty tame shot to let in according to my teammates, who never stopped to remind me even after the whole session. It was peculiar because I had no memory of it. Even now I can't remember much of it. All I could recall is that I was far away, lost in thought. I didn't try to tell them that, but I think it was obvious. I was just thinking of a f...