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A blogger blogs, always

A writer who waits for ideal conditions under which to work will die without putting a word on paper.
– Kurt Vonnegut

Sometimes I hear people say, "blogging is dead" or "I don’t get any visitors anymore" or "no one reads this anymore." I’ve said it myself. My wife has said it. My blogging friends have said it. My blogging friends who no longer blog have said it and committed blogicide.

Visitors, comments, stats…none of it matters. Write! Writing matters.

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Hopes and dreams

Hopes and dreams
Misplaced ambitions;
Life too short
For wasted time,
And silly superstitions.

Hopes and dreams
Driving youth
Towards ends and means;
Without direction,
Nor goals which Wisdom brings.

Hopes and dreams
Lost over time;
Replaced by routine,
Obligation and burden.

Hopes and dreams
Aged away;
Faded day by day,
Ill guided
And never realized.

Hopes and dreams
Wasted upon the youth,
Who have the vision,
But lack the Wisdom,
To see a dream,
Come to fruition.

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Wind River

"I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to practice resignation, unless it was quite necessary. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms, and, if it proved to be mean, why then to get the whole and genuine meanness of it, and publish its meanness to the world; or if it were sublime, to know it by experience, and be able to give a true account of it in my next excursion."
— Henry David Thoreau