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Every Breath is your First
Every breath you take is the start of your current life, your current situation, your current you. You aren't the body, or the memories, you are the moment of experience, we all are. We are the exact same. The filter of time is being pulled through everyone, and everything at every moment always. Is time liquid or solid? It really all depends on how you look at it. Either way, they coincide among each other.
I work 5 days a week, 10 hours a day, doing hard labor, well, it's not that hard, dangerous, and finicky, and a few other things, high ladders. Ok, some might say it is hard labor. Anyhow, I've been doing it for 12 years, which is almost half my life. Every day blends in with another. I have reached max level, there is nothing I come across that I cannot do. My job has become ultimately boring, but I own the company, so it pays top tier for a small carpentry business. I've worked for this position, it wasn't handed to me.
You are known for your worst, doesn't matter what good you do if your worst is worth someone's label for you. Look at the swastika for example, we all know who took that symbol and destroyed it. There are many other uses for it, and yet, a large amount of people get offended when they see it. This goes the same with everything though, even people. There was a kid in my elementary school and I can remember his name, and the only thing I can remember from him was when he peed his pants on the playground. I know I knew who he was at the time, but that's all I can remember from him to this day. I'm sure he did other things at the time where I acknowledged it, but didn't document it in my memory.
My writing style is weird, because it doesn't really follow any structure, but its not at random, I write what is on my mind when I'm writing, which is why I skip into one extreme into the next. Once I hit enough paragraphs, I publish. And it's been near a week since I published anything, so I'm cutting this one short.
© Envelope Penelope
I work 5 days a week, 10 hours a day, doing hard labor, well, it's not that hard, dangerous, and finicky, and a few other things, high ladders. Ok, some might say it is hard labor. Anyhow, I've been doing it for 12 years, which is almost half my life. Every day blends in with another. I have reached max level, there is nothing I come across that I cannot do. My job has become ultimately boring, but I own the company, so it pays top tier for a small carpentry business. I've worked for this position, it wasn't handed to me.
You are known for your worst, doesn't matter what good you do if your worst is worth someone's label for you. Look at the swastika for example, we all know who took that symbol and destroyed it. There are many other uses for it, and yet, a large amount of people get offended when they see it. This goes the same with everything though, even people. There was a kid in my elementary school and I can remember his name, and the only thing I can remember from him was when he peed his pants on the playground. I know I knew who he was at the time, but that's all I can remember from him to this day. I'm sure he did other things at the time where I acknowledged it, but didn't document it in my memory.
My writing style is weird, because it doesn't really follow any structure, but its not at random, I write what is on my mind when I'm writing, which is why I skip into one extreme into the next. Once I hit enough paragraphs, I publish. And it's been near a week since I published anything, so I'm cutting this one short.
© Envelope Penelope
