You know, the biggest, and toughest, thing about working for yourself on something like coding is that it can be beyond impossible to actually concentrate. I mean, the computer is probably the biggest source of distraction yet derived by mankind. And here I am, doing all my work on a . . . you guessed it . . . computer! Logic, logic, logic. If it weren't for my incredible control over my will, and my overwhelming concentration, I would more than likely get distracted and absorbed by things like Facebook, or Buzz, or Twitter, or . . . my blog.
I think I'm going to bed now.
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Pain
"Growing up is all about pain. Getting hurt, and then getting over it, and knowing you'll get hurt again. But you learn things, and you move forward. And at some point you realize that there are more flavors of pain than coffee. There's the little empty pain of leaving something behind ‒ graduating, taking the next step forward, walking out of something familiar and safe into the unknown. There's the big, whirling pain of life upending all of your plans and expectations. There's the sharp little pains of failure, and the more obscure aches of successes that didn't give you what you thought they would.
There are the vicious, stabbing pains of hopes being torn up. The sweet little pains of finding others, giving them your love, and taking joy in their life as they grow and learn. There's the steady pain of empathy that you shrug off so you can stand beside a wounded friend and help them bear their burdens.
And if you are very, very lucky, there are a few blazing hot little pains you feel when you realize that you are standing in a moment of utter perfection, an instant of triumph, or happiness, or mirth which at the same time cannot possibly last ‒ and yet will remain with you for life.
Everyone is down on pain, because they forget something important about it: Pain is for the living. Only the dead don't feel it."
There are the vicious, stabbing pains of hopes being torn up. The sweet little pains of finding others, giving them your love, and taking joy in their life as they grow and learn. There's the steady pain of empathy that you shrug off so you can stand beside a wounded friend and help them bear their burdens.
And if you are very, very lucky, there are a few blazing hot little pains you feel when you realize that you are standing in a moment of utter perfection, an instant of triumph, or happiness, or mirth which at the same time cannot possibly last ‒ and yet will remain with you for life.
Everyone is down on pain, because they forget something important about it: Pain is for the living. Only the dead don't feel it."
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