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"if tears alone shall wash away the cruelty of the years, and nourish the white flower of our black and broken hearts and teach us that life is not long and foolish but brief and lovely, if tears alone must serve, then let it be with tears..."
-Jack Kerouac
I was alone in my chair, reading a literary reference to the beats,
vaguely aware of others passing the afternoon hours of their Sunday in the aisles of my bookstore,
slightly thrown off by the happy couple approaching me, dressed all in black, enjoying their break between shifts,
when I came across that excerpt. It was, at that moment, a haunting flash of brilliance that stuck with me as naturally as my own shadow.
It's not in my nature to regret my decisions, but I never want to feel like I've squandered my life.
This is it-- "brief and lovely"-- and every day there are fewer reasons of which I can think to hold back even the slightest bit.
-Jack Kerouac
I was alone in my chair, reading a literary reference to the beats,
vaguely aware of others passing the afternoon hours of their Sunday in the aisles of my bookstore,
slightly thrown off by the happy couple approaching me, dressed all in black, enjoying their break between shifts,
when I came across that excerpt. It was, at that moment, a haunting flash of brilliance that stuck with me as naturally as my own shadow.
It's not in my nature to regret my decisions, but I never want to feel like I've squandered my life.
This is it-- "brief and lovely"-- and every day there are fewer reasons of which I can think to hold back even the slightest bit.