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Little In Solutions

The problem with poets

is that

they

try to

sound

poetic.


The problem with writers

is that

they

try to

sound

smart,

and are often

pretentious.


The problem with politicians

is that

they

think

they know

how everyone ‘ought’

to live.


The problem with humans

is that

you could give us everything

we ever wanted,

and we would still

find a way

to fuck it up,

just to justify

the right for us

to

suffer.


The problem with dogs,

is that they love us unconditionally,

even when we don’t deserve it.


We should try to live in a way that makes us worthy of this unconditional love.


The problem with me,

(besides all the obvious ones)

is that I see

the problems

in everything

and offer

little in solutions.


-C.H.

 
 
 

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