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I’ve come to be honest with myself. And I want love to find you in the purest ways. And I would want that to be with me, yes. I’d very much would want that deeply. But I also want it to just find you.
R.T. Sosa
The journey long, the destination irrelevant. A wave, the wind, and you and I.
R.T. Sosa
Ernest Hemingway, July 21, 1899 – July 2, 1961.
I’m full of poetry now. Rot and poetry. Rotten poetry.
-Ernest Hemingway, The Snows of Kilimanjaro.
It can get dreamy if you let it.
R.T. Sosa
It can get dreamy if you let it.
R.T. Sosa
You'll lose it, if you talk about it.
-ERNEST HEMINGWAY
And I miss you. What good luck of mine.
R.T. Sosa
The only thing that could spoil a day was people. People were always the limiters of happiness, except for the very few who were as good as spring itself.
Ernest Hemingway
Life is a great adventure, and the only way to fail is to refuse to take the first step in faith.
Ernest Hemingway
“They slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never recovered.”
— F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise
“Beautiful things don’t ask for attention.”
— James Thurber, The Secret Life of Walter Mitty
We cannot refute the truth that is written inside us. It itches and bothers the more we let it be. We cannot stay quiet and let it devour. We speak in the sweet release that quiets it. In the songs of beauty, in the paintings of sadness, in the poems that explains our existence. We pronounce with the voice of our tools that we are here existing. With our voices, that we are in feeling. And what sweet release it is to know that we are alive. To raise a voice for that reason. For now I am here. I am here. I am.
R.T. Sosa
“The one who follows the crowd will usually get no further than the crowd. The one who walks alone is likely to find himself in places no-one else has ever been.”
— Albert Einstein
Let us enjoy this and what we have to look forward to. Don’t think of the flowers we have killed when we have such a beautiful garden blooming.
R.T. Sosa
The passing of time is cruel to the observer, kind to the doers.
R.T. Sosa