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RE: The Wind-Breath Moves Through The Rib-Clouds

in The MINIMALIST4 months ago

Ant there's this dull ache in my bones that insists there's little point in it all if we're just going to get sick and die anyway

That's the whole point, I think :) If we were gonna be around till the end of time, then there'd be little point. But you know all that already.

Sometimes you need a moliday, but also a do-nothing day. Pushing things in dark corners only helps them grow sometimes. Sit with it (as I'm sure you are), but don't forget that your life is a beautiful gift. And I mean that. Every time I read you, I'm hit by a "these people are doing it right" vibe.

Every word of this is just beautiful. I love reading you. And I want sandwiches now. And ideally a nearby ocean. I'll go check Lidl, they might have some left. :)

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Sometimes you need a moliday, but also a do-nothing day.

Definitely not mutually exclusive! Molidays are us going nothing for a minute. It's a hard thing for us air signs to do!

I had this distinct, sharp feeling on the edge of the ocean yesterday that I'd see Dad again, or more be with him, but I had to stay here and finish this living first, like all the other livings that have been left gasping for air when their loved ones got around to their dying. I mean I knew that already, damn it, but it had to come to me like poetry first for me to let it in.

You are dead right, scus the pun - we are finite here, so may as well enjoy it.

Try the centre aisle - but I do hear they sell out fast.