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"I wonder sometimes how much of my depression is just a blunt, no-rose-tinted-glasses-here gaze upon reality."

Oof--that hit hard.

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“I want to write because I have the urge to excel in one medium of translation and expression of life. I can’t be satisfied with the colossal job of merely living. Oh, no, I must order life in sonnets and sestinas and provide a verbal reflector for my 60-watt lighted head.” – Sylvia Plath

This quote has always stuck with me when I think about why I write. "I can't be satisfied with the colossal job of merely living." What a weighty sentence! I suppose I feel both similarly and differently. In my eyes, life is simply too beautiful ˆnotˆ to write. And so I do.

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