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Most of the excuses I made... - not enough time - not enough money - not enough knowledge - not the right connections ...were just ways to avoid the real bottleneck: Not enough courage. There was always a small step I could have taken—if I had the guts to take it.

James Clear

poem

Watching the sunrise over blue skies, as if it’s only for the best As if my mom’s loss and a life sunset, wasn’t why I’m flying west she gave him CPR till her heart broke Now god painting purple in the sky, that’s how his art go like ‘yea this thing keeps turning with or without your baggage in the cargo The deck is dealt before you seen the hand; you the one to play these cards tho’

I had big plans brewing of making it back to the land When I turned thirty I felt like I finally became a man Found out what you could do with hard work and fifty grand But since I was twenty all Dad ever wanted was for me to make him a grand

My only wish is I coulda seen him hold our babygirl, and make her laugh My only gift is that he got that chance, before me, and after he passed My miss carries that weight, heavier than she let’s show. I know that She holds down the world like it ain’t spinning outta control. Cant go back

Lord Gravity; two generations of my family tree’s leaves in one season, plus 500,000 in one COVID year for no reason. And still we stay hungry for beefing Mold rage out of our grieving,

We fed the world and built all these railroads and motors Wonder if we could come together another time over What it would take to dust off all these chips on our shoulders Feeling like boulders, cleaning the slate would take a bulldozer

The atlas packed with big ideas and kitchen dance videos Thats a beautiful thing but all i want is to share a meal in the physical We ran away from home to find out what the city holds Reinvent our souls and try to not get lost in the chemicals

Something shifted once I started thinking bout bigger goals Seeding trees instead of flowers and sticking to my principles But didn’t make it in time to show him what I’m living fo

Time don’t heal it just bleeds slower, thats nature The clocks spilling off the dresser, in other words there ain’t no proper container But im tryna befriend my grief, instead of acting like she’s a stranger Seen a baby smiling on the train Lord don’t let this climate change her

— tank w.

Today, Feb 16th, join Walidah Imarisha (author, editor, prison abolitionist) online for a talk on Afrofuturism. Register at the link above.

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By Ken Geiger.

The person attempting to travel two roads at once will get nowhere.

Xun Zi, on the importance of focus

Youth is not a time of life; it is a state of mind; it is not a matter of rosy cheeks, red lips and supple knees; it is a matter of the will, a quality of the imagination, a vigor of the emotions; it is the freshness of the deep springs of life. Youth means a temperamental predominance of courage over timidity of the appetite, for adventure over the love of ease. This often exists in a man of sixty more than a boy of twenty. Nobody grows old merely by a number of years. We grow old by deserting our ideals. Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul. Worry, fear, self-distrust bows the heart and turns the spirit back to dust. Whether sixty or sixteen, there is in every human being's heart the lure of wonder, the unfailing child-like appetite of what's next, and the joy of the game of living.

Sammuel Ullman, an excerpt from the poem “Youth”

Balance is timing, not intensity. It is not doing multiple tasks at 80%, but developing the skill of turning it on and turning it off. Sleep fully, then work intensely. Focus deeply, then relax completely. Give each phase your full attention. Balance is 'when to' not 'how to.'

James Clear

Perhaps the earth can teach us as when everything seems dead and later proves to be alive.

Pablo Neruda

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My cousin sent these photos of Bunya Pine cones (Araucaria bidwillii). Nearly 12 inches tall!