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Signs of Having Made a Living Once
There were times when I was able to make a living. This post is just a small sign of that. It also reflects a time when I wasn’t so defeated. Boy, do I miss those days. I wouldn’t say that they were easy days but they were days of less ill-fated thoughts. The problem I had (or have) was being too frivolous about ”work”. I think work should be a means and not an end. Or perhaps (or in contrast?) …
