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It's always easier to simply toss something broken aside instead of taking the time and commitment to fix it. But some things can't be left to the dust. Some things continue operating even when they're broken. And when that happens, the broken parts put a strain on the good parts causing them to wear quicker due to the extra burden. Eventually those good parts will start to break down too. This doesn't mean that the machine is weak or useless. It means that it's been neglected for too long.

The longer this cycle continues, the more the parts of the machine will continue to break down prematurely...

...and people will wonder why the machine isn't lasting as long as it should; why it has trouble doing basic daily functions that should be easy to do. Some may think the problem is easy to fix based on what they see of it, but they don't realize the disrepair that has persisted unseen for far longer. Some may try to fix only what is visible and when that doesn't work, they blame the machine. There is nothing wrong with the machine. It's only in need of repair.

Who can fix such a machine; a complex machine that is one of a kind, always growing and changing, unique with its own special needs; a machine that comes with no manual other than the one it writes from its own experiences?

Today I am the repairman and I am the machine.

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Escape VS Letting Go

Escape VS Letting Go

I had an interesting revelation today. This morning I was told that I would do some training today for upcoming work at the front desk of the hotel I live in. For the past several days it hasn't felt real, even though I knew it was and could feel a slight unease haunting my subconscious. Today, it all hit me like a ton of bricks. My chest began to ache. It felt like my heart would explode. The closer it got to going up there for the training, the worse I felt. Recently I got an app on
Words of my Past

Words of my Past

For a good part of my life I've always kept a diary. When I got my newest one 4 or 5 years ago, I had decided I'd only write good things. This was because I would sometimes read back over a few entries in my old diaries out of curiosity or in search of when I got something special and I'd come across depressing stuff. It was hard to face those emotions of the past, many I had yet to fully heal from. However, choosing to only write good things pretty much kept me from writing at all. My firs
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