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The Rodeo Clown
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he wasn’t there for the glory,hell, no one writes ballads for the painted fool.the cowboy gets the buckle,the bull gets the legend,and he…he gets the hoof printacross the ribs. painted face,a drunk Picasso of red and white,sweat carving little rivers through the grease.he laughs for the crowd,but he ain’t laughingwhen the bull swings its…
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The Beauty of This World: Walking as Ohana
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In the noisy marketplace of human voices, where arguments and outrage often rise louder than reason, it is easy to forget how much beauty there is in this incredible world. Ugly words, sharp as thorns, seem to demand attention; but beyond them lies a vast meadow of wonder, waiting quietly for us to notice.…
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Believe in Yourself
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There are days when the winds of life blow against us, harder than we ever thought we could endure. Days when doubt whispers louder than hope, and the mirror seems to reflect only the cracks instead of the beauty. Too many of us grow up carrying that weight, low self-esteem pressed upon us like…
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Welcome to the Job Hunt Circus: Digital Edition
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Somewhere between “upload your résumé” and “tell me about a time you overcame conflict,” the job hunt transformed from a straightforward act of employment into an elaborate gladiator spectacle. If you want to pay rent, congratulations: you must now survive the Hunger Games of corporate hiring, armed only with buzzwords, Wi-Fi, and the willingness…
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A Coconut Day Reflection: The Fruit of Islands and Imagination
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Today is Coconut Day, a holiday that might seem playful, even whimsical, on the surface. A day to sip piña coladas under palm trees, to laugh with friends on sandy shores, or to share a bit of sweetness from nature’s most peculiar gift. But like the coconut itself, this day holds deeper layers. Just…
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Welcome to the Digital Age: Please Hold While We Connect You to Absolutely No One
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We built the most advanced communication network in history, and used it mostly to ghost each other faster.
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Ode to Labor Day
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Today we pause, beneath late-summer skies,to honor the hands, the hearts, the steady eyes.The builders, the dreamers, the keepers of flame,the nameless, the countless, who shoulder the same. They rise with the dawn, when the streets are still,to hammer, to heal, to craft, to till.Invisible often, yet always in view,the world keeps turning because…
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Embracing the Gold: Rediscovery After Fifty
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Every sunrise carries a promise, but few are as radiant as the promise you yourself can kindle after fifty. Rather than an ending, this age is a threshold: a portal into deeper self-awareness, richer joy, and a life who’s colors are bolder, more harmonious, and more authentically yours. 1. The Philosophy of Becoming Philosophers…
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The Dancer in the Sand
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Coconut Muse | The Dancer in the Sand Sometimes paradise isn’t a place at all, it’s a moment, a person, a fire that builds until the night itself surrenders. This is the story of love’s slow burn, of passion found under moonlit skies, and of a woman who turned the sand into a stage…
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A Society of Kindness: Turning the Tide of Fear and Division
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The airwaves hum with shouting, politicians sharpening their tongues into weapons, headlines dripping with dread, and social feeds spinning anger like straw into poisoned gold. It’s a storm of noise, a triangle of fear, a carousel of outrage that leaves too many souls dizzy, anxious, and adrift. But storms are not forever. And we…