A day can seem a season in itself.
Depending on the temperature and pressure, water can exist below its normal freezing point. Depending on the dynamics and pressures of my life, I can persist without the normal comforts I enjoy.
It is not only its beauty, but rarity that ensures the intensity of my experience of hoarfrost.
Shortly after I wrote yesterday's thought I began to create a simple publication to cement my personal commitment to it. Speaking the single word love at the start and end of each day is meaningful for me. It gives my day form and purpose, when alone and together. Thinking silently is different, perhaps because when I push a word through my breath into the world I somehow make it real.
'Love', when said in isolation is my declaration, my pledge.
Language is the tool I value most. It is free to use by all. It is how I share the meaning of and in my life. It is my path to understand another's world. How else can this be said without its force?
Love: let this be my first word each morning and the last before I sleep.
William Shakespeare
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Think This Today is the creation of Mike de Sousa, an artist, writer, and composer.