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[correctiveshoes621]

Little things.

When my life becomes measured - in months..weeks..days..hours - It's going to be memories of these things, that will bring me comfort. These triggers, these hooks, these pathways to elsewhere.

Not how much I earned. Not how much I struggled. Not how much I fought.

This. Is the Stuff of Life.

*sips tea..closing my eyes and letting this sudden clarity wash over me*

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[marrissabelle.livejournal.com]

Since I make zero dollars, I'll hop on this bandwagon, too. :) I keep putting that on hold so I can get my work done.

But, remind mee to tell you about Ghettogiving, an annual event at my house spawned by poverty and 'woe is us.' Those days are already some of the best memories of my life. The struggle is often what helps us laugh, what helps us find ourselves, and what helps us remember what a teeny weenie little speck we are in this universe. Success is nothing, the path to success (whatever that is for each one of us) is to borrow a phrase from my only begotten son, the bomb-diggity.

[breakableheart.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Yeah.