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Seneca, My Latin Lover

One of the letters from Roman philosopher Lucius Annaeus Seneca to his friend, Lucilius Junior will be the reason I finally learn Latin. Greetings from Seneca to Lucilius Continue to act thus, my dear Lucilius—set yourself free for your own sake; gather and save your time, which til lately has been forced from you, or filched away, or has merely slipped from your hands. Make … Continue reading Seneca, My Latin Lover

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Shooting an Elephant by George Orwell

The more I think back to this short story, the more I cannot think of a better metaphor than the phrase “shooting an elephant”. A metaphor for many things, for everything. For doing something unnecessarily cruel. For the loss of something only seemingly light. For the fall of something grand, like a peaceful and prosperous empire. For imprisoning yourself, and killing the greatest, most fundamental, … Continue reading Shooting an Elephant by George Orwell

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Possibilities by Wislawa Szymborska

I prefer movies. I prefer cats. I prefer the oaks along the Warta. I prefer Dickens to Dostoyevsky. I prefer myself liking people to myself loving mankind. I prefer keeping a needle and thread on hand, just in case. I prefer the color green. I prefer not to maintain that reason is to blame for everything. I prefer exceptions. I prefer to leave early. I … Continue reading Possibilities by Wislawa Szymborska

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I met you in the rain on the last day of 1972, the same day I resolved to kill myself

The most beautiful and brilliant Craigslist posting ever written Sometimes the greatest work of art is not purposefully so. The beautifully written piece below is originally a posting on Craigslist. A posting that I, however, consider to be one of the greatest short [life] stories or, to be perfectly sincere, love letters of our time. The letter’s heartbreaking beginning is only rivaled by its conclusion; … Continue reading I met you in the rain on the last day of 1972, the same day I resolved to kill myself

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’T is so much joy! by Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson on the joy of taking a risk and on the paradox in the beauty of loss and in the panic of success. ‘T is so much joy! ’T is so much joy! If I should fail, what poverty! And yet, as poor as I Have ventured all upon a throw; Have gained! Yes! Hesitated so This side the victory! Life is but life, … Continue reading ’T is so much joy! by Emily Dickinson