Friend has been sitting on this rope for an age - it felt like a nice place to sit - but I knew it wasn't finished. Turned out they needed a wee fuzzy companion.
A close up photo of a pale rope knotted around a metal hoop attached to a deep rust red rock on a beach. On the rope sits a simple scribbled figure and a small black round fuzzy creature with big eyes, similar to the Susuwatari / soot sprites.
It’s another late start today. Maybe I need to surrender earlier to sleep. Last night I was near the end of a book and decided to ride it out to the finish, which kept me up until almost midnight. I know—midnight doesn’t sound late for a Saturday—but those late-night shenanigans are behind me. I used to chase the sunrise from the wrong direction. Now I just miss it because I’m reading too long.
There was a time I’d stay up and out until the wee hours, collecting memories that don’t exactly make the highlight reel. Still, it’s our past that shapes the scaffolding of our future.
Hmm… that thought veered somewhere unexpected. I thought I was heading toward something about walking in the cool morning air—while it still was.
We all carry a few regrets from our younger days, those moments when hindsight reveals that our judgment wasn’t exactly sterling. But those missteps helped shape who we are now—for better or worse. Ideally, we learn by observing others’ mistakes, or by listening closely to the wisdom handed down. But when that doesn’t happen, we learn the hard way. Regret becomes the forge, and we emerge better equipped for what’s ahead. We are who we are now—not who we were. We grow. Hopefully.
When you’re young and inexperienced, it’s hard to see how each decision opens or closes doors. The consequences feel distant, abstract. But they’re real. They accumulate. And eventually, they shape the map you walk.
“By three methods we may learn wisdom: First, by reflection, which is noblest; Second, by imitation, which is easiest; and third by experience, which is the bitterest.” — Confucius
“We are products of our past, but we don't have to be prisoners of it.” — Rick Warren
"A dense congregation of clouds rises like a false summit, sculpted by light into the illusion of a mountain peak. The uppermost cloud mass catches the golden glow of either sunrise or sunset, glowing with a warm orange hue that mimics sunlit stone. This luminous patch is sharply defined against the surrounding gloom—thick, dark clouds swirl below and around it, like storm-tossed waves beneath a beacon.
The sky above is nearly black, deepening the drama and reinforcing the illusion of elevation. But there is no rock here, no mountain—only vapor and light conspiring to impersonate majesty. The scene is a study in misrecognition, where atmosphere performs geology and the eye is gently deceived.
In the top right corner, the image bears the signature Suresh's Photography, quietly marking the moment as both art and apparition." - Copilot
“Your best men die in alleys under a sheet of paper while your worst men get statues in parks for pigeons to shit upon for centuries.” – Charles Bukowski
Bukowski exposes society’s injustice. Great souls often remain unrecognized, while mediocrity is glorified. His raw words remind us that honor is not always truth, and true worth may lie hidden, away from hollow monuments of fame. #CharlesBukowski#WisdomQuotes#SocietyCritique#LifeLessons#TruthMatters
“Your best men die in alleys under a sheet of paper while your worst men get statues in parks for pigeons to shit upon for centuries.” – Charles Bukowski