I've just remembered a bleak winter in art school, when two friends and I pooled enough money to buy a beef roast. We put it in, sat around the kitchen table talking. Until--hard to say how it happened--we were sitting on the floor, silently staring into the oven.
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I'm not exactly going to say I miss living like that, but I miss the friends you make that way.
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I remember with an ex how poor we were, and the kind of focused internality that gave the relationship, when every $20 was a commitment. Do I prefer my current state? Sure, I guess. I've built up a lot since then. But opening a bottle that was a stretch was sweet.
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And those were the days of roses, of poetry and prose/ And Martha, all I had was you and all you had was me/ There was no tomorrows, we packed away our sorrows/ And we saved them for a rainy dayhttps://youtu.be/qDcco9rGOlE
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I guess in both cases, the secret sauce was that we had sufficient, both to be alive and to invest in making progress towards goals. Less than that, or a lack of goals, or a lack of ways to work on them, would have just been bleak and agonizing, but direction and momentum saved
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I think about why pioneer days appeal to me most, more than the era of being bottled up in Europe, and more than the current era I think the answer is the combination of: * challenge * opportunity for unbounded success
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