An ode to a sweet peace

Photo by John Fowler on Unsplash

And yet
When the dust settles,
Here is my peace again.
Dormant beneath the sandstorm,
It was always here —
A well of water, still.
Clear, cool, fresh.

It asks that I splash my face
with its sweet embrace.
It suggests I remember
That a desert is only rough
When it is dry —…

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I was surprised by how many people do not, in fact, know what working is! When I was struggling with wanting to be independent and support myself, but not wanting to work for a company whose values and actions I didn't believe in, I had so many people tell me "Well, just work for them out of spite -- you take their money when they pay you, and you can spend it on something good!". You have no idea how many people's minds were blown when I explained that no, I would not be taking their money, I would be *making* them money. That's the whole problem, if I work somewhere I am necessarily increasing their bottom line, or they wouldn't bother to hire me. A lot of people just exist within these societal structures without actually understanding their role. Wild!

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Alice Giuditta

Alice Giuditta

Full-time freelance writer/copywriter. I write about how I got here, and how to live a good life with less pressure and more meaning.