Your true heart is the currency of your soul. One’s true heart reflects who you would be if life experience didn’t change you. Protect your true heart when life batters you, and let it guide you. A person will never be more content than when their life choices match their true heart. Not everyone has an inherently good true heart, but it *is* who you are.
Author: sparse_array
Patti Smith – Gone Again
I didn’t have this dream where everyone in the world said “fuck it” and listened to Patti Smith’s “Gone Again” album.
Wish I had. #nowplaying
That Coffee Smell
My coffee smells so good in the container I sometimes have to suppress an impulse to taste it. #coffee
Love Over Years
When you know someone so well that their flaws are precious to you. That…
#love #valentine
A Dogs Routine
It’s a hard lesson learning that variations in one’s routine don’t mean shit to dogs.
Social Truth
I support open dialog and various perspectives in public forums. I am not a supporter of folks who ignore facts in that dialog. Truth is variable, facts are not. It is quite possible to analyze the same facts and discern a different truth.
Gifted
I was gifted an air fryer. It turned me into a grilled cheese junkie.
My First Macintosh
- Macintosh Plus (soft gray)
- Apple external 800k floppy drive (soft gray)
- Hayes Smartmodem 1200 modem
- 20 MB external SCSI hard drive
- ImageWriter II printer (soft gray)
I was a god.
The Anniversary of My Death
In memory of my son’s suicide…
My son was born December 15, 1989, at 6:04 PM in Atlanta. We named him Jack Christopher; Jack after my father and Christopher because we liked it. He’ll go by Christopher (most likely Chris or Jack once his chums get a hold of it). Fatherhood has seemed so natural most of the time that I wonder how I made it this long. (4/1/90)
My Father
Dad loved:
Mama
His family
His church
My dog
Coffee
His shop
His computer
Ice cream
Pineapple
Peaches
Reading
Music
Hugs
Thoughts:
He was my compass, my example, my model. He set the bar by which I measure myself, and the world. I have known no finer person than my father. What a precious gift he gave me.
Jack was blessed. His life was full and rich in what matters. And he was a blessing to those who knew him. It was my blessing to be his son.
Approaching Zero 