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We have decided to live forever or die in the attempt.
theclassyissue:

caught by maximumdembo on Flickr.

It had been this day six months prior that the couple had tied the knot. It’d cruised by like the scenery on a westbound drive through Kansas on 70.
Their love, like a garden, had taken on the water and light it needed to thrive, and was on its way to filling its planter. Each day passing, the blooms reaching ever closer to the sky. It greeted the sun each morning and kissed it goodbye, treating each second of life like a momentous achievement with a proper celebration.
Connected hands, a happy home, aspiring plans, a pretty song.
Always together, where they belonged.

theclassyissue:

caught by maximumdembo on Flickr.

It had been this day six months prior that the couple had tied the knot. It’d cruised by like the scenery on a westbound drive through Kansas on 70.

Their love, like a garden, had taken on the water and light it needed to thrive, and was on its way to filling its planter. Each day passing, the blooms reaching ever closer to the sky. It greeted the sun each morning and kissed it goodbye, treating each second of life like a momentous achievement with a proper celebration.

Connected hands, a happy home, aspiring plans, a pretty song.

Always together, where they belonged.

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You can always try and fail, but you should never fail to try.

You can always try and fail, but you should never fail to try.

Tonight was the night. He had left in search of something new, and it was about time.
Thomas had graduated from the university just outside the town he grew up in. Like most, he’d spent his first years of freedom chasing pleasure and focused on staying rather unfocused on what brought him there to begin with - an education. Unfortunately, it was failing a few courses and breaking off a great relationship to reassess his collegiate journey. Thomas had always been a smart kid, he had just taken a prolonged vacation from acting like it.
After settling on a decently interesting career path, Thomas had landed himself a (potentially over-paying) gig back home. He enjoyed what he was going to be doing at his new job, but it only took a while to realize it wasn’t going to be everything he had hoped to be. The boss-man was uninterested in growth and scary-comfortable with the status quo. Thomas shrugged this off, not quite aware how infectious the mindset of another could be. After some time, it was just going through the motions for him - leaving his passion stagnant and unexciting, much like a well-built bonfire without the proper kindling.
Now, Tom’s story seems to be a bit of a drag, doesn’t it? Not quite the case, though. You’ve heard how life can be cut into thirds - 1/3 work, 1/3 sleep, and 1/3 free time. We’ve covered work, which is very much in need of attention and maintenance. His other two, however, were thriving. He’d improved his sleep, and his free time was filled fruitfully. Surrounded by friends, a great family, and a wonderful wife, Tom indeed had what he needed to offset the negative feelings his occupation brought about. For this, he felt fortunate and confident he was well enough equipped with the necessary artillery to spur a change. So confident, he could feel the imminence of change driving his actions.
The outlay of the world greets us all with a fork featuring infinite prongs of possibility. Just when one has been well researched, another presents itself in a shimmery and enticing light eager to lure us towards it. Is there one right decision? There most likely isn’t, which is probably why there is an ever-present display of life prongs. Tom held this fact close, and it soothed his worry. It can provide the same ease to you, too.
The sun was setting. He threw on his favorite sweatshirt and tightened his pack. He felt the wind push against his back, urging him to move forward. He let it, and inched forward. 
The fork approached, he closed his eyes, and smiled.

Tonight was the night. He had left in search of something new, and it was about time.

Thomas had graduated from the university just outside the town he grew up in. Like most, he’d spent his first years of freedom chasing pleasure and focused on staying rather unfocused on what brought him there to begin with - an education. Unfortunately, it was failing a few courses and breaking off a great relationship to reassess his collegiate journey. Thomas had always been a smart kid, he had just taken a prolonged vacation from acting like it.

After settling on a decently interesting career path, Thomas had landed himself a (potentially over-paying) gig back home. He enjoyed what he was going to be doing at his new job, but it only took a while to realize it wasn’t going to be everything he had hoped to be. The boss-man was uninterested in growth and scary-comfortable with the status quo. Thomas shrugged this off, not quite aware how infectious the mindset of another could be. After some time, it was just going through the motions for him - leaving his passion stagnant and unexciting, much like a well-built bonfire without the proper kindling.

Now, Tom’s story seems to be a bit of a drag, doesn’t it? Not quite the case, though. You’ve heard how life can be cut into thirds - 1/3 work, 1/3 sleep, and 1/3 free time. We’ve covered work, which is very much in need of attention and maintenance. His other two, however, were thriving. He’d improved his sleep, and his free time was filled fruitfully. Surrounded by friends, a great family, and a wonderful wife, Tom indeed had what he needed to offset the negative feelings his occupation brought about. For this, he felt fortunate and confident he was well enough equipped with the necessary artillery to spur a change. So confident, he could feel the imminence of change driving his actions.

The outlay of the world greets us all with a fork featuring infinite prongs of possibility. Just when one has been well researched, another presents itself in a shimmery and enticing light eager to lure us towards it. Is there one right decision? There most likely isn’t, which is probably why there is an ever-present display of life prongs. Tom held this fact close, and it soothed his worry. It can provide the same ease to you, too.

The sun was setting. He threw on his favorite sweatshirt and tightened his pack. He felt the wind push against his back, urging him to move forward. He let it, and inched forward. 

The fork approached, he closed his eyes, and smiled.

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"Perhaps this book will lead me to wherever I left my pants," thought Steven as he anxiously rubbed his orange beads.

"Perhaps this book will lead me to wherever I left my pants," thought Steven as he anxiously rubbed his orange beads.

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All day I wait. Reluctantly refusing and restraining myself from destroying the dyed and stitched leather poufs around my den. I have no idea how precisely long it has been since I last laid my eyes on you, but I am confident in your return - it’s one thing a guy can count on. Some days, I can sense when your presence is nearing. Is it the smell of your perfume, or just a gut feeling of knowing when a good thing is approaching? Other days I find myself staring deeply into the portal from which you departed; attempting to will it open, with you hiding behind it.
It’s a lonely existence when we’re apart. As the day progresses my stomach aches and my mind wanders. I find myself drifting away into a deep state of simply not being present, if that makes any sense. I stare out the window into the abyss and yearn to be welcomed by the warm air out there. To take in deep breaths and wonder, for hours, about everything that’s out in this world with me.
But before I know it, the feeling of you coming home returns to me. It’s much different than experiencing hope. It’s much more than a light at the tunnel. The hairs on my back stand at attention, my stomach rumbles, I listen. I peer out the window, and am assured the silver vehicle is approaching soon. As if on cue, it does. I turn to face the door, knowing you will soon appear from behind it to greet me. The final tick sounds, and you are there.
I am finally in your arms again, and all is right.

All day I wait. Reluctantly refusing and restraining myself from destroying the dyed and stitched leather poufs around my den. I have no idea how precisely long it has been since I last laid my eyes on you, but I am confident in your return - it’s one thing a guy can count on. Some days, I can sense when your presence is nearing. Is it the smell of your perfume, or just a gut feeling of knowing when a good thing is approaching? Other days I find myself staring deeply into the portal from which you departed; attempting to will it open, with you hiding behind it.

It’s a lonely existence when we’re apart. As the day progresses my stomach aches and my mind wanders. I find myself drifting away into a deep state of simply not being present, if that makes any sense. I stare out the window into the abyss and yearn to be welcomed by the warm air out there. To take in deep breaths and wonder, for hours, about everything that’s out in this world with me.

But before I know it, the feeling of you coming home returns to me. It’s much different than experiencing hope. It’s much more than a light at the tunnel. The hairs on my back stand at attention, my stomach rumbles, I listen. I peer out the window, and am assured the silver vehicle is approaching soon. As if on cue, it does. I turn to face the door, knowing you will soon appear from behind it to greet me. The final tick sounds, and you are there.

I am finally in your arms again, and all is right.

(Source: browndresswithwhitedots, via thegiftsoflife)

Tomorrow, I will try again. Try harder than I did today. The past two days, I let go of all progress I’ve been making. Tonight it ends. Goodnight.

Tomorrow, I will try again. Try harder than I did today.

The past two days, I let go of all progress I’ve been making. Tonight it ends.

Goodnight.

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Jerry loved his bathrobe so much he set out to Michael’s (the fabric and crafting store, not your friend’s house) to fetch the finest fabric readily available at a store located in suburbia."It’s where all big-named designers got their roots, guys."Sure thing, Jerry.Finishing some beverages at my place before heading out that night, Jerry pops out of his room wearing this.We hated Jerry.

Jerry loved his bathrobe so much he set out to Michael’s (the fabric and crafting store, not your friend’s house) to fetch the finest fabric readily available at a store located in suburbia.

"It’s where all big-named designers got their roots, guys."

Sure thing, Jerry.

Finishing some beverages at my place before heading out that night, Jerry pops out of his room wearing this.

We hated Jerry.

(Source: tommyton, via starvingsartorialist)

"What ho! Alas, as a collective result from the combined forces of my super speedo, earthling American football shoulder pads, and my small-nosed gator heart, I have begat a pink orb of impassioned hatred to thrust in your general direction! Look at my nails and thigh-high boots!"

"What ho! Alas, as a collective result from the combined forces of my super speedo, earthling American football shoulder pads, and my small-nosed gator heart, I have begat a pink orb of impassioned hatred to thrust in your general direction! Look at my nails and thigh-high boots!"

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Monday? Monday.

Where to begin, where to begin. Let’s try repetition.

I woke up today to a gentle alarm, a soft air gliding over my face delivered with care from the fan above me. I had been struggling to wake up early the past few weeks, but I reassured myself that those instances were extinct.

Getting up, I stepped towards the door, turning the fan off as I reached my exit - softly, so as to not wake the beauty resting beside me.

27 degrees outside. I greeted it. Reaching the outdoors, the cold filled my lungs and I was off, serenaded by stories unfolded by “This American Life.” Defeating the cold so early set a tone for my morning, day, and week. I ran for miles, listening to stories of sacrifice. With the stories’ completion, they left me with the cold and my footsteps as the streets lightly lit up from the light of other early risers.

Am I pleased with the status quo? Not quite. The comfort of it frightens me. Too repetitive. Stagnancy seems to be my shadow, but I’ll fight to get it off my back. There’s too much to earn, to learn, experience, share, love, enjoy, despise. 

It’s time to get going. Let’s get it going.

Monday.

The wife & I got into some German food tonight.  (at Affäre)

The wife & I got into some German food tonight. (at Affäre)