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STOIC POETRY | The work I do before the work I must do

Updated: Sep 4, 2021


All memorable events, I should say, transpire in the morning time and in morning atmosphere. -Henry David Thoreau

There is a season in the day when so much seems possible. At dawn, I know my life is renewed - if not with vitality, then at least with opportunity - for I have survived the night yet again, and am refreshed and prepared to make another try. I go to the open window of my room and look out at the failing darkness. The sounds from outside are so clear; as the void of the yet sleeping world's attentions remains distracted with silent dreams. My fellows slumber on - even the dogs are not yet up - and I have the pre-dawn to myself; hearing vague outside sounds of crickets, and some far off machinery of my apartment building, and the early traffic on the distant freeway, and a nighttime airplane passing far overhead. The day is coming. Everyone will be rising soon. I should get to work with the tasks I do which capitalize on this early living. The work I do before the work I must do.

 

My name is Kurt Bell.


You can learn more about The Good Life in my book Going Alone.


Be safe... But not too safe.


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