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the next best thing

new york calls to me in rain drops and puddles–
the pit pat tapping call to something more.
like your name on my lips, each pause intended.
each drop more important than the last.

but I know your song.
I know its volume and its capacity to fill.
it is not the rain which never ceases.

I am not suited by a place.
home is not tangible.
yet it is so easily described by tangible things.
things like you, new york.
and the next best thing.

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behind every door

5/365: behind every door every door leads to a different path. but every path offers similar views.

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Resolutions

I don’t usually bother to make New Year resolutions. As best as I can tell, I haven’t done so for at least the last three years. It has always just seemed so arbitrary to make large changes and big promises on a day that, in reality, isn’t any more important than any other. I just felt that we as a society should be able to make changes whenever we need them and that waiting for some special day to do so was just a crutch. I still think this is true, to some effect. But I’m also beginning to understand the true importance of ritual, celebration, and social unity. I am starting to realize the necessity of patterns and the importance of outward representation of inner change.

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a color unseen

Before a child understands the concept of  ”color”, explaining to them what “red” is is not possible. You must, instead, show them what red is. We simply lack the words to describe color. We can list things that are red. We can talk about feelings and ideas that share the essence of the color red. We can talk about what the color red means to us. But in the end, without seeing it, you simply can’t understand it.

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all the riches money can’t buy

They’re really not so different than us, wealthy people. You’d think with so much money and fame and fortune that their lives would be remarkably different. And on the surface they are. Everything they have is bigger, everything has nicer labels on it, and there are some problems that simply don’t exist when you have enough money to throw around. But once you get under the surface, everything else is the same.

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on child rearing and parenting

I think our society makes raising children too difficult. The intentions are good: we all want to raise our children to be the best, healthiest, happiest children ever while still maintaining as much of ourselves as possible. But everyone has a different idea about what that means. The parenting section at any bookstore is full of titles. Aside from the very basics — you should feed your kid every now and then, etc — hardly any of them agree with one another.

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the curse of love

one follows another

one follows another

What I want most is for myself and all of the people I have ever loved is happiness.

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awake alone

Most nights, the easiest way for both of us to get my daughter to sleep is to lay down in bed next to her. We’ll read a book, then turn out the light and sing a few songs. Then we take a deep breath and relax into sleep.

It’s so comfortable that, usually, I end up falling asleep myself. Which means that I tend to be up at odd hours of the night and for most of the morning.

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