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NOTES FROM A LIFE IN PROGRESS

Have Courage.
Be Kind.

Still figuring it out.
But not aimlessly anymore... I think...

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Reflections2 MIN READ

Things modern life gave us, and what it quietly took…

I've been thinking a lot about what convenience actually costs. Every modern shortcut promised to save us time. But most of them didn't save time, they just relocated it. We traded skill for speed, and most of us never noticed the trade. Here's …

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“Risk it?”

Don’t start the business. It’s going to fail. Don’t work out. You’ll always be out of shape. Don’t eat healthy. Not worth it. Don’t get sunlight.…

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Reflections2 MIN READ

"CALL AGAIN"

SCENE: Same kitchen. 6:40am. Caffeine. The laptop is closed. MOMENTUM: Morning. Eleven yesterday. ME: Eleven calls. MOMENTUM: Eleven calls, two c…

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Reflections1 MIN READ

"THE BIG PLAN"

SCENE: A kitchen. 11pm. A laptop glows ominously. Cookie dough is present. AMBITION:Okay. The dream. We're doing it. ME: Love it. Step one? AMBIT…

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Reflections1 MIN READ

What if immortality is a trap?

Imagine a researcher named Elias, a man driven by pattern-seeking and an obsession with defining humanity. To answer his question, he chooses the…

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Faith & meaning1 MIN READ

Under the Old Oak

It rose up quiet, overnight no fanfare, no permission asked, just a slow push through the dark and then: a standing thing. Beneath the great tree…

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Faith & meaning2 MIN READ

“Trade Forever”

The day leans gold across the cooling lawn, and every window catches fire like the last frame of a music video you never wanted to end. You are t…

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Reflections1 MIN READ

What Sunrise Starts

The silence now has stretched without a sign, no word to bridge the dark from here to there, yet, sunsets don't undo what sunrise starts the cycl…

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Reflections1 MIN READ

"The Present, Tense"

The chase was never beer but the whiskey definitely drowned, really, it was the moment someone picked me. That cocktail mixed itself, thrill and …

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Reflections1 MIN READ

“Age is just a number.”

Yeah… and so is your credit score, your bank account, and your resting heart rate but ignore those long enough and life gets real, real quick. Si…

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Faith & meaning2 MIN READ

13 years ago I was 15

For the last 13 years I’ve been trying to figure out how to actually be myself. What to believe in. What path to take. Who to trust. Where to liv…

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Reflections1 MIN READ

Imbolc

I stop lying to myself about what is going to grow. I gave attention to ideas, to silence I dressed up as meaning, to absence I called potential.…

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Life in frames1 MIN READ

I will keep the flame,

not blaze it. I will endure the dark without fleeing it. I will remember what matters when nothing grows. Winter Solstice

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Poetry1 MIN READ

Paradox of the Soul?

Look. Don't touch, lest temptation's fire ignite, A gaze that lingers, yet refrains from the bite. Breathe deep, but shun the nose's common way, …

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Poetry1 MIN READ

The Story We're Reading

Time isn't just a clock ticking it's a place we move through, like walking down a hallway where all the rooms exist at once. Maybe fate isn't a f…

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Poetry2 MIN READ

somewhere past rivendell

i’m somewhere past Rivendell boots cracked, heart louder than the wind. the road ain’t magic anymore… just mud, and stone, and the ring of my own…

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Poetry1 MIN READ

Recognition:

What if today holds the answers to the prayers of ten years past- and I can’t even recognize it? I begged for peace, and then called it boredom. …

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Poetry1 MIN READ

Ashes of Midnight-

LOVE Oh, to love- or to be loved- what triumph that would be: for one soul to dance and set another free. What songs we'd sing, what laughter we'…

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Poetry1 MIN READ

The River of Ache

It claws, it clings, it rushes, it roars. It seeps through the cracks, it breaks through the doors. It carves out your chest, yet softens the sto…

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Poetry1 MIN READ

Boussole

It trickles, it tickles, fickle as an autumn leaf. It strikes at midnight, threading joy through grief. It gnashes and gnaws like baby piranha te…

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Poetry1 MIN READ

The Path You Breathe

Let it flow. Let it go. Every road begins below. Not with maps or path ready shoes but with the silence you refuse. The sunrise doesn’t beg to te…

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Poetry and personal reflections by Benjamin P. Foskey.

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