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Most

Most hatred is fear with a leather jacket and a sneer. Most excuses are laziness in an expensive suit and carrying a briefcase.…

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The Benefit of Doubt

The fundamental cause of trouble in the world today is that the stupid are cocksure while the intelligent are full of doubt. – Bertrand Russell…

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Everybody Knows

Everybody knows that everything would be great if only everyone else wasn’t so self-centered and unwilling to sacrifice for the greater good. –Pickabar Yeah, I just quoted myself.…

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From a chat…excuses…

There are always good excuses for not getting stuff done! The people who get things done do it despite the great excuses they have.…

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Postcard to Myself

Dear Self- You’ve wasted so much time waiting for a special moment, an external change or some other magical event to make your life change for the better. That’s not going to happen. You need to remember to look inside of yourself and not to the outside world for motivation and encouragement. You need to rush forward towards any opportunity to push your boundaries. You need to rejoice in the pure joy of effort for it’s own sake.…

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It'll Never Fly

“I confess that in 1901 I said to my brother Orville that man would not fly for fifty years. Two years later we ourselves made flights. This demonstration of my impotence as a prophet gave me such a shock that ever since I have distrusted myself and avoided all predictions." – Wilbur Wright (1867-1912) [In a speech to the Aero Club of France (Nov 5, 1908)] __ Get at it people!…

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“The Snow Is Also” by David Hoadley

Sarah’s Dad is a renaissance man. He read my little winter poem and responded in the comments:  The Snow Is AlsoThe snow is also blanket to the seed, out of sight but waiting to be born. As is the name upon a stone, no longer close but never far, beneath the snow, in each of us.  I took the liberty of titling it. Goals shortly.I could go on, but I won’t because I’m a little jealous.…

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So Soon

So soon! Too soon. Just as my gloves were finally adjusted as I had tightened my belt just so I realized that the game had already ended spring’s fecundity buried dead beneath the snow. And though I searched and searched for anyone to challenge with my appeals I finally dropped my bat at last unable to halt the one true unceasing wheel. Too soon!…

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