Daily writing prompt

What’s the best advice you’d give to someone younger than you?

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Just be yourself. Embracing your true self is essential for personal happiness and fulfillment. It’s about acknowledging your unique qualities, interests, and values without sacrificing them to meet societal expectations. When you are authentic, you not only inspire others to do the same but also foster deeper connections with those around you. This authenticity can lead to greater confidence, as you learn to trust yourself and your instincts. Remember, nobody can be a better version of you than you, and your individuality is your greatest strength. So go ahead, express who you are freely and unapologetically, and let your true colors shine.

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What’s one thing that would instantly improve your city?

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If the existing laws were strictly enforced, we could witness substantial improvements in our communities. Each morning, local news broadcasts feature distressing reports of shootings, hit-and-run incidents, and increasingly common shoplifting, which is troubling. It is disheartening to see a noticeable absence of law enforcement actively issuing citations on the streets or treating these violations with the necessary gravity. Meanwhile, elected officials persist in claiming that crime rates have decreased since their tenure began, creating a narrative that starkly contrasts with the lived experiences of local residents. The disparity between their statements and our everyday reality is both striking and frustrating. The Denver metro area has become nearly unrecognizable when compared to the safe, thriving community of my youth, where fear of crime was not a constant concern. It is imperative that we demand accountability and decisive action to restore safety and trust in our neighborhoods before any further irreversible harm occurs.

Daily writing prompt

Who is your favorite cartoon character?

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Here I go dating myself, but I can’t help it—my all-time favorite was Alfred E. Neuman! There was this magical magazine that appeared every month like clockwork, and I could hardly contain my excitement waiting for them to arrive at the local drugstore. It was a delightful treasure chest of ridiculousness, overflowing with bizarre cartoons and satirical articles that poked fun at everything—yes, even my terrible haircut! Each issue was a riot of absurdity, packed with quirky jokes and hilariously offbeat illustrations that made me laugh so hard I almost snorted my cereal. I remember devouring every page, eagerly sharing the funniest bits with my friends, and discovering new gems each month. It was like a whimsical time machine that transported me to a world where everything was delightfully bonkers, a nostalgic joyride I looked forward to every single time!

Here is some history about “What me Worry”

Founded in 1952 by editor Harvey Kurtzman and publisher William Gaines, Mad began as a comic book at EC Comics before switching to a magazine format in 1955 to bypass strict industry censorship. It quickly became an iconic countercultural institution, lampooning American politics, consumerism, and pop culture.

The Origins of Alfred E. Neuman

• Pre-Mad Origins: The image of the gap-toothed, jug-eared, grinning boy dates back to late 19th-century American print culture. Variants of his face appeared in advertisements for dentistry, painless tooth extraction, and political propaganda long before Mad existed, often bearing slogans like “Me Worry?”
• Discovery: Editor Harvey Kurtzman first spotted the face on a postcard pinned to the office door of a ballpoint pen salesman in the early 1950s.
• Official Adoption: The face debuted on a Mad comic border in 1954 and officially premiered as the cover mascot on Issue #30 (November 1956). Artist Norman Mingo painted the definitive version of the character, officially naming him Alfred E. Neuman.

Key Milestones in Mad History Mad Comic Debuts 1952. Harvey Kurtzman and William Gaines publish Tales Calculated to Drive You MAD as a comic book. Then Shifted to magazine Format in 1955. To escape the Comics Code Authority’s strict censorship, Mad converts to a magazine format, allowing it to push political and cultural satire further. Alfred E. Neuman Takes the Cover in 1956. Norman Mingo paints the standardized visual of Alfred E. Neuman for Issue #30, cementing the gap-toothed fool as the magazine’s permanent mascot.

Peak Circulation 1974. Mad hits its all-time circulation peak, exceeding 2 million subscribers and newsstand sales per issue. End of Regular New Content 2019. Occasionally you see special occasions reprints.

Those were the days you could laugh and have fun with your opposition without them becoming offended and insulted. Conversations were lively, full of banter and differing opinions, and it was possible to find common ground even amidst disagreement. There was a sense of camaraderie that allowed for playful debates, where the focus was on ideas rather than personal attacks. Sad those days are gone and now all you encounter is anger and hate if you do not agree with an issue, where discussions often turn hostile and empathy seems to vanish from the dialogue, leaving behind a polarized atmosphere that stifles connection and understanding.

Daily writing prompt

What’s the bravest thing you’ve ever done when no one was watching?

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Sometime when I was maybe ten twelve years old, I was home alone and walking around on the carpet in my bare feet. I found a sewing needle my mother or grandma mistakenly dropped it and was sticking up in the carpet. I found it by stepping on it and entered the ball of my foot. There I was laying in pain and I looked at it and decided to pull it out. It went so deep it hit the bone and you could see where the pointed edge was bent where it hit the bone. I never told anyone about the incident and fortunately that puncture would never become infected and this secret was hidden until now.

Daily writing prompt

What’s something you do completely differently from how you were raised?

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The first thing that came to mind was dental care. The only time I can remember going to a dentist was when I was young when a front baby tooth was not falling out and my parents took me to the dentist to have it extracted. I think I was in kindergarten or 1st grade. When growing up the only time we went to the dentist if we saw a cavity in one of our teeth. The only daily care was brushing the teeth

Now I go to the dentist twice a year for cleaning and checkup and x-rays every year. Daily home teeth care consists of brushing, flossing, dental pick routine. All of my silver looking fillings have been replaced with composite fillings. No root canals or crowns. I still have most of my teeth. I still have three wisdom teeth. The reason I lost the one is I was eating cornuts once and broke off a corner. My dentist says, “if they don’t bother you, let them be”.

I am a strong believer in oral health care. It not only helps your mouth remain clean and free of disease but also positively impacts your overall body health in numerous ways. When you maintain good oral hygiene, you reduce the risk of developing serious issues, such as heart disease and diabetes, which have been linked to poor dental health. I believe this holistic approach is essential for longevity and well-being. I guess it’s working for me. I am over eighty, and despite the natural aging process, I find myself in pretty good health, vibrant, and full of life, which I attribute, in large part, to my commitment to taking care of my teeth and gums. By prioritizing my dental health, I’ve ensured that I can enjoy a fuller life, with the confidence that comes from a bright smile and the knowledge that I am supporting my entire body.

Daily writing prompt

What’s the best thing you’ve ever found randomly on the street?

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I was taking a walk around the greenbelt one day and walked across this. I am speculating someone had it in their pocket and got something out of the pocket and it inadvertently fell out and they didn’t know.

When I got home and did an internet search on Ken Onion Design, I stumbled upon a variety of designs that caught my attention. The one I found that looked remarkably similar to the knife I had discovered had a price tag of $132.00, which, I noticed, was part of a broader range that spanned from $70.00 to a staggering $300.00 depending on the model and features. While I could appreciate the craftsmanship and unique aesthetics behind these knives, I found myself firmly resolute in my belief that I would never spend that much for a knife, no matter how beautifully designed or sharp it appeared to be. After all, for me, functionality and practicality often outweigh the allure of a high price tag.

Daily writing prompt

What’s the kindest thing someone has ever done for you?

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This was a tough question that left me pondering deeply. I searched my memory, thinking that surely I would remember something significant or meaningful from my past experiences. After much thought and reflection, the only thing I came up with was a couple of times when total strangers generously bought our meals, leaving us both surprised and grateful. These acts of kindness came completely out of the blue, and we often found ourselves wondering what motivated them to do so. Perhaps it was simply a spontaneous gesture of goodwill, or maybe they were inspired by a moment they observed between us. Regardless of the reasons, those experiences left a lasting impression on me, reminding me of the unexpected kindness that can flourish in everyday life, even from individuals we may never see again.

Therefore, the kindest thing that someone has ever done for me was my parents. They not only gave me life but also dedicated themselves to nurturing and raising me for over twenty years, instilling important values and lessons along the way. I reflect on their sacrifices and unwavering support throughout my journey, and I realize how fortunate I am to have such loving figures in my life. Their kindness is evident in the countless ways they’ve been there for me, from comforting me during difficult times to celebrating my successes, no matter how small. I feel that this profound commitment is one of the kindest and most selfless acts that was ever done for me, shaping the person I am today and encouraging me to strive for greatness while embodying the same compassion they demonstrated.

Daily writing prompt

What’s the weirdest coincidence you’ve ever experienced?

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The night of April 11^th, 2010, I had a strange dream. This involved a girl, (woman) I have not thought about for 68 years. This was Sandra. I went to grade, junior, and high school with her. In grade school Sandra and I were very close. The first time we met we were attracted to each other. That was over sixty years ago, and I can’t say that I can remember that much about that time. We did make it a point to be next to each other and would look for each other when there was a gathering. I do remember one event that still is important to me. During that time there were tables the size where two individuals sat at the table. We always made it a point to sit at the same table if we were able to. Anyway, the teacher was rambling on, and I was on the left Sandra was on the right. Our arms were resting on the table, and they were barely touching each other. I was starting to get this tingling feeling from my elbow down to my wrist where our arms were interacting. This felt great! I can still feel the tingling going up and down my arm. Sandra was having the same response. She looks at me and smiles. I will never forget this moment. This was before sex ever became involved or thought about. One could say she was my first girlfriend, maybe even my soul mate and didn’t realize it.  

We went on to high school and began to drift apart. My teenage years were very hard for me. I was angry and mad. I didn’t like myself. I didn’t like the feelings and thoughts I was having. Those apparent hormones were doing a number on me. I had a loving family, All the things a teenager could expect. Driving at sixteen, a part time job and money in my pocket. Looking back at those times, I would say I was a jerk. Because of this I killed the relationship between me and Sandra. We went our separate ways, and I didn’t think of her until April 11, 2010. 

 In this dream Sandra came to me and said, “Tom, I was meant (created) for you. However, you rejected me. Our lives would have been totally different if you would not have rejected me.” This dream was a visual and moving dream. This bothered me because I wondered why I dreamt of Sandra after not seeing or hearing about her for over fifty years or more. Finally, on April 18^th I thought I would search for some information about Sandra.  

Going to my yearbook newsletters I found out she was married to Ed. I did a Google search and came up with an obituary stating that Sandra passed away April 8, 2010. That was only three days before I had my strange dream. This really shocked me and leaves me with more questions than answers. Was this a visit from someone who recently died. Would my life have been different? Would it have been better or worse? I will never know. I have had a good life and I feel I have made more good decisions instead of bad decisions. Did this change my outlook? Yes, it did. I have never been a strong religious person even though I was born and raised a Catholic. They teach that there is life after death. But I always had in the back of my mind, that may be wrong. However, after this dream I am convinced that yes, there is something after death. This dream occurred in 2010 and the dream relieved me of that thought ever since. death is not final. You can come to your own conclusion. Life is one large teaching experience. From birth until death, you are learning.  

I still think of this coincidence after 16 years.

Daily writing prompt

Which fictional world would be the most fun to vacation in?

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Star Trek, I don’t just want a vacation—I want an experience. And Star Trek offers something no other fictional universe really does: a place where curiosity is the currency, kindness is the norm, and exploration is treated like a sacred calling. reflective storyteller like me who enjoys humor, liminality, and the feeling of stepping into a world that’s both familiar and just a little beyond reach.

Star Trek treats space not as a battlefield but as a cathedral. I would love:

• Nebulae that look like watercolor paintings
• Starfields that feel like quiet chapels
• Strange phenomena that make you question reality
• That moment when the ship drops out of warp and everything goes still

Star Trek is full of characters who feel like old friends.

• Picard’s calm wisdom
• Data’s earnest curiosity
• Spock’s dry humor
• Bones’ cranky compassion
• Janeway’s fierce loyalty

It’s the kind of environment that sparks reflection—the same energy I try bringing through my blogs and books.

Daily writing prompt

If you could go back and witness any historical event, which one would you pick?

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I would pick the signing of “The Declaration of Independence” as a pivotal moment in history. I love this country deeply and feel incredibly fortunate to have experienced my life in this rich and diverse land. We have so many benefits and freedoms that we have enjoyed for so long, including the right to speak our minds, practice our beliefs, and pursue our dreams. Unfortunately, these liberties tend to be taken for granted by many. It is essential to remember that freedom is not free! It is a hard-won gift that came at a great cost, through the sacrifices of countless individuals who fought for our rights. Reflecting on this historical event inspires gratitude and a sense of responsibility to uphold these values for future generations.

Daily writing prompt

If you had to get a tattoo right now, what would it be and why?

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I’ve made it a solid eighty years on this planet without a tattoo, and I’m determined to keep my skin as blank as a canvas! As for pot and illegal drugs, I’m too advanced in age to start that rollercoaster ride at this stage; I prefer my thrills to come from the more traditional sources, like my nightly cup of decaf. I’ve seen what those substances do to people, and frankly, I’d rather avoid those misadventures. Now, alcohol and smoking? Well, they’ve been my partner-in-crime for years, giving me enough “me time” to balance my chaotic schedule. I often end up giggling at my choices and the life lessons they’ve slapped me with. While my escapades have undoubtedly added color to my story, I’m thankful for my streak of sanity that kept my body tattoo-free and my temptations mostly relegated to the snack aisle instead of the drug aisle. It’s proof that I’m living my best life—no permanent ink required, and I’m flourishing with my own brand of contentment, no external enhancements needed!

Daily writing prompt

How did you meet your significant other?

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I met my significant soulmate in a divorce support group, a place where we both found ourselves unexpectedly united in our shared heartaches. We had both been met with the sobering reality of being dumped by our former spouses, a situation that felt surreal at the time. Each of us walked into the group believing that our marriages were meant to last, that the vows we made were sacred and unbreakable—after all, we thought it was “till death do us part.” Boy, what a big surprise that turned out to be! Rejection is undeniably one of the hardest events to experience in life, a profound emotional upheaval that shakes the very foundation of one’s being. However, if it wasn’t for that seemingly painful experience, we might never have crossed paths and discovered the deep, abiding love that we share today. Now, after enjoying over forty wonderful years together, we can look back and see how that hurt and pain paved the way to something much more fulfilling than we ever imagined. It taught us resilience and opened our hearts to possibilities, reminding us that sometimes the end of one chapter can lead to the beautiful beginning of another.

Daily writing prompt

What’s a cultural tradition from your country that you love?

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The cultural tradition I enjoy the most is Thanksgiving. This is the only holiday that I know of that was planned to be celebrated on the last Thursday of November, and it has deep roots in American history, originating in this country. It was established to commemorate a successful growing season, serving as a time for gratitude and reflection on the harvest’s bounty. I do not know of any other country that celebrates on the last Thursday of November in a similar manner, making this holiday truly unique to the United States. The significance of Thanksgiving transcends mere food and festivities; it is an opportunity for families and friends to come together, share stories, and create cherished memories. Even if my understanding of history is incomplete or flawed, I am genuinely thankful for this time each year when we pause to express our appreciation for all that this country has given us, as well as the hope that it will continue to provide us with blessings and opportunities in the future.

Daily writing prompt

If you could relive one day from your past, which day would it be and why?

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I would like to see the day I was born, a moment frozen in time that holds so much significance. Able to see the expression on my mother and father, their eyes wide with wonder and perhaps a touch of fear. I would like to hear what I thought when I exited that nice warm cramped environment, and I was exposed to the bright lights and noise surrounding me, a cacophony of unfamiliar sounds that served as my introduction to the world. How did I feel when I actually got hungry, that primal instinct drawing my attention to the need for sustenance? Were the scales cold when I was weighed, that first encounter with the harsh reality of the outside world? Was circumcision as painful as I have imagined, an event shrouded in mystery that I’ve pondered over the years? How did I feel in those fleeting moments, scared or curious, overwhelmed by the vastness of life while still tethered to the safety of my origins? Did I sense the love that enveloped me, or was I too caught up in the whirlwind of new sensations to appreciate it fully?

Many times, in my life, I have wondered what it was like to experience birth, to feel the overwhelming surge of life entering the world, the moment when a new being takes its first breath and emerges into the vastness of existence. I imagine the sensations that might accompany this monumental event—the warmth of the surrounding environment, the sound of soothing voices, and the emotions of those who are welcoming this life. Each birth is a unique story, a profound beginning filled with hope and potential, stirring a sense of curiosity about what it truly means to start life afresh and to embrace the journey that lies ahead.

Daily writing prompt

What’s the last movie that made you cry?

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The movie that made me cry was a 1970 film starring Alli McGraw and Ryan O’Neil named Love Story. It was a real tearjerker that captured the hearts of many viewers with its poignant storyline and emotional depth. The film beautifully portrayed how life could be a tragedy, illustrating the struggles of love against the backdrop of illness and societal expectations. The chemistry between McGraw and O’Neil was palpable, making their characters’ journey even more impactful. As the story unfolded, it forced me to reflect on the fragility of life and the love that often blooms in the most unexpected circumstances, reminding us all of the bittersweet nature of human connections and the pain of loss.

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If you could erase one event from history, what would it be?

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I would like to erase the invention of the atomic bomb. Just think, we would be free from the fear of total annihilation, and wouldn’t have the dread of some nutcase or rogue government possessing such destructive power and potentially destroying the human population. The absence of this weapon would mean a world where international relations could thrive without the shadow of catastrophic conflict looming over us. We could focus on diplomacy, fostering understanding among nations, and preventing wars based on fear of escalation. Instead of investing vast sums into weaponry that could end civilization, resources could be directed towards tackling critical issues such as poverty, climate change, and healthcare. Imagine a society that prioritizes cooperation and innovation over destruction, fostering a safe and nurturing environment for generations to come.

Daily writing prompt

What’s a conspiracy theory you actually find believable?

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I asked AI and this isn’t believable to me. However, it is so unbelievable that I could not keep from posting it.

This one started as pure satire in 2017 but somehow gained actual believers (or at least very committed performers). The core claim: every bird you see is a government surveillance drone.

According to the theory, the U.S. government systematically eliminated all real birds between the 1950s and 2000s and replaced them with robotic look-alikes. These “birds” are packed with cameras, microphones, and tracking tech. They perch on power lines to recharge, “poop” chemicals or tracking devices, and fly in formation to map everything below. Pigeons are supposedly the most advanced models. The whole operation is framed as a massive cover-up for mass surveillance, with the CIA (or similar agencies) running the show.

There’s even lore about the “Bird Holocaust,” secret factories converting dead birds into drones, and public protests demanding the truth. The movement has marches, merchandise, and a very deadpan presentation that makes it hard to tell where the joke ends and the genuine belief begins for some people.

It’s peak internet absurdity—equal parts social commentary and full commitment to the bit.

Daily writing prompt

What’s a moment when you realized you were officially an adult?

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The time I remember the most happened in March 1964, a month that forever changed the course of my life. I received this unexpected letter, which felt heavy in my hands as I opened it, and it stated, “your friends and neighbors have selected you to become a member of The United States Army. I WAS DRAFTED!” Emotions surged through me as I read those words; a mix of pride, fear, and uncertainty flooded my mind. I could hardly fathom how the decisions of those around me could have such a profound impact on my future. The reality began to sink in that I was about to embark on a journey that would test my character, challenge my ideals, and shape my identity in ways I had yet to comprehend.

The next two years I spent time in Fort Leonard Wood, Missouri, where I trained rigorously with fellow soldiers, honing my skills in various military exercises that would prepare us for the challenges ahead. Following that, I moved to Fort Huachuca, Arizona, a place known for its intense training programs and hot desert climate, which tested our resilience and adaptability. My journey then took me to Europe, where I had the opportunity to serve in Nuremberg and Darmstadt, Germany, experiencing the rich history and culture while working alongside international troops. Throughout this time, I was grateful that I did not have to go to Vietnam, as many of my peers did; instead, I focused on building valuable skills and relationships that would shape my military career.

This was a good experience though and do not regret it at all.

Daily writing prompt

If you had a time machine and could send just one message to your past self, what would it say?

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This is short and simple. Just learn to be yourself sooner than turning sixty. You were created to be yourself, not someone that you were told to be like. Embracing your true self is one of the most vital journeys you can undertake in life, as it not only leads to greater happiness but also allows you to connect authentically with others. Reflecting on your desires and values, free from external influences and societal expectations, is crucial. In a world that often pressures us to conform or fit into predetermined molds, remembering that your unique qualities and perspectives are what make you special can empower you. So take the time to explore who you are, voice your opinions, and pursue your passions. Ultimately, the sooner you start this journey, the more fulfilled your life will be, allowing you to walk confidently along your own path.

Daily writing prompt

What’s a moment when a stranger completely restored your faith in people?

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This happened to me in December 2024. Yes, it restored faith in total strangers.

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Daily writing prompt

If your future self could send you one sentence, what do you hope it would say?

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“Tom, you have led a good life, you have learned a lot, and you are prepared to move onto bigger and better things.”

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What’s a quote that perfectly describes your outlook on life?

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As I have said many times, just be yourself and embrace the unique qualities that define who you are. It took me over sixty years to realize that I was created to be myself, with all my strengths and imperfections. After this important realization, I have become more at ease with my identity and my choices. For many years, I have been told by various voices, whether family, friends, or society at large, that I should be more like my brother or Johnny, or that there were numerous other examples that pointed to the fact that I needed improvement. These comparisons often left me feeling inadequate, as if there was a mold I was supposed to fit into, but I have since learned that true contentment comes from honoring my individuality and recognizing that everyone’s path is different. Embracing who I am not only brought me peace but also a deeper understanding of the richness that diversity brings to our lives.

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Do you think everything happens for a reason?

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I am a strong believer that our time on this earth is one long, unfolding learning experience. From the moment we arrive — tiny, unknowing, and wide‑eyed — life begins teaching us. At first the lessons are simple: how to breathe, how to trust a warm voice, how to reach for the things that spark our curiosity. But as the years gather, the lessons deepen. We learn from joy, from heartbreak, from the people who lift us up and the ones who challenge us. We learn from our mistakes, from our triumphs, and from the quiet moments when we finally understand something we’ve been wrestling with for decades.

And the learning never stops. It carries us through childhood, through the long middle stretch of adulthood, and right into the twilight of our days. Even in our final breath, life is still teaching us — about love, about letting go, about the strange beauty of having been here at all.

To live, in the truest sense, is to learn. Every day is a lesson, every experience a teacher, and every one of us a student until the very end.

Therefore, I think everything happens for a reason

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What’s a song lyric that has stuck with you forever?

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How the West Was Won Song

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What’s a promise you made to yourself that you’ve actually kept?

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When I was 28 years old, I made a promise to quit smoking for sure; it felt like a pivotal moment in my life. I must have attempted to quit smoking at least 100 times, and each time was a combination of hope and despair. I would be going okay, feeling strong and determined, but then some stressful event or significant change in my life would occur, and I would find myself resorting to that crutch of smoking once again. That familiar saying echoed in my mind: “Oh, just a few cigarettes and I will be able to stop smoking after the crisis is over.” Yet, I learned the hard way that this thinking is nothing but a bunch of baloney. You get addicted to that nicotine fix almost immediately, and before you know it, you’re back to smoking uncontrollably, trapped in a cycle that feels impossible to break. The fleeting moments of relief that a cigarette provided were quickly overshadowed by guilt and frustration, making me question my willpower and resolve every single time I lit up.

I must say again, stopping smoking was the best thing I have ever done for myself in my life. Not only did I free myself from the grips of that harmful addiction, but I also discovered a newfound sense of vitality that I never thought possible. It took me over a year to get rid of the feeling and urge to light just one cigarette. Then I realized how nasty that habit is and became a no smoking advocate. I speculate kicking that nasty habit gave me 20 or more years of time on this earth, allowing me to engage in activities I love, enjoy meaningful moments with my loved ones, and pursue my passions with greater enthusiasm. The journey wasn’t easy, but the rewards have undeniably transformed my life for the better, leaving me grateful for every smoke-free day.

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If you could have dinner with any fictional character, who would it be?

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If I could have dinner with a fictional character, it would be a fictional character of me. This would be our dinner and conversation.

Dinner With Your Fictional Self

The waiter has just left, and the two of you—real Tom and story-Tom—regard each other with the kind of curiosity usually reserved for mirrors that talk back.

Story-Tom leans back, folds his hands over his stomach, and gives you a grin that looks suspiciously familiar.

“Funny thing,” Story-Tom says, “I’ve been living in your head for years, and this is the first time you’ve invited me to dinner.”

Real-Tom raises an eyebrow. “You’re usually busy narrating my life. I figured you deserved a break.”

Story-Tom chuckles—your chuckle, but with a little more gravel. “Narrating? I’m just trying to keep up. You’re the one who keeps giving me new material.”

The food arrives: salmon for Story-Tom, chicken for Real-Tom. Story-Tom thanks the waiter with a nod that feels practiced, like he’s been thanking people for decades and has perfected the art.

I watch him cut into his salmon. “So,” you say, “what’s it like being the fictional version of me?”

Story-Tom pauses, fork halfway to his mouth. “Honestly? Easier. I get to skip the boring parts. No bills, no errands, no waiting in line at the DMV. I get the highlights—the porch snake, the sunsets, the memories that matter.”

I laugh. “I wouldn’t mind skipping a few of those errands myself.”

Story-Tom leans forward, eyes warm. “But you wouldn’t skip the stories. That’s the difference. I’m built from them. You’re the one who lived them.”

For a moment, the café feels quieter. The fan hums. Someone clinks a glass at the bar.

Real-Tom sips his iced tea. “Do you ever disagree with how I write you?”

“Oh, constantly,” Story-Tom says. “You make me too noble sometimes. Too reflective. I’d like a few more bad decisions, maybe a scandal or two.”

“You’re welcome to them,” Real-Tom says. “I’ve had my share.”

Story-Tom laughs again—this time with genuine delight. “That’s why I like you. You’re honest about the mess.”

We both eat for a while, comfortable in the way only two versions of the same person can be. When the plates are cleared, Story-Tom looks out the window at the foothills turning blue in the dusk.

“You know,” Story Tom says softly, “you’ve done a good job. With the life. With the stories. With the way you keep showing up.”

Real Tom feels something warm settle in his chest. “Thanks,” you say. “I try.”

Story-Tom nods. “Keep writing me. I’m not done yet.”

And neither are you.

Guess who was stuck with the bill.

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What is the best purchase you have ever made?

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June 18th, 2016, is when the best purchase has ever been made. It is our dream home, a beautiful haven that we have cherished for over ten years now. With its spacious layout and inviting ambiance, every corner of this house reflects warmth and comfort. No yard work for me means I can enjoy my weekends without the burden of maintaining the garden; the HOA provides yard maintenance, snow removal, and trash pickup, which is such a relief. It was time for me to give up my love for outdoor yard fun, realizing that this old body just can’t do as much as it used to. Instead of laboring in the sun, I can relax and savor my time at home. The double car garage is a fantastic bonus; it does not have to be used for storage because of the expansive basement, which has plenty of room for storage, a man cave where I can unwind, and a workshop for my creative projects. I take pride in knowing that I’ve created a space that perfectly balances leisure and functionality. I have always dreamt of a home like this, a place where memories can flourish, and the dream came true, offering a sanctuary where I feel truly at peace and fulfilled.

Yes, I have been very blessed in this life!

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What is the best excuse you have heard lately?

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Since I am in the crowd of senior citizens, I have noticed that the best excuse for everything they do or fail to do is often referred to as a “senior moment.” It seems that this term has become a comforting blanket that allows us to laugh at our little lapses in memory or the occasional forgetfulness that comes with age. This phenomenon provides a shared understanding among us, as we navigate through daily life, balancing the wisdom we have gained over the years with the funny mishaps that can sometimes occur. Each slip of the mind or moment of distraction is often met with knowing smiles and shared stories, creating a sense of camaraderie in our collective experience, making it a light-hearted way to embrace the changes that come with getting older.

Daily writing prompt

Do you think we’re shaped more by our experiences or by who we are?

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Since I am a firm believer that time on this earth is meant for learning, I see every moment as an opportunity to grow and evolve. We are constantly absorbing knowledge from various events, conversations, and interactions, often without even realizing it. Each experience, whether big or small, contributes to the vast repository of information stored in that wonderful brain of ours. This unique memory bank encompasses everything that has happened in our lives, from the mundane to the extraordinary. These events shape who we are, influencing our beliefs, values, and perspectives on the world around us. They serve as the building blocks of our identity, helping to mold our understanding and guiding us on our journey toward personal fulfillment. As we navigate through life, it’s essential to recognize the importance of these experiences, as they play a crucial role in defining not only our character but also our path ahead.

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If you had to be an animal for a week, which one would you be and why?

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To go along with what my wife has affectionately called me, “I am her giraffe.” After we met and became accustomed to each other, she commented that I remind her of a giraffe. I am tall and slender, especially in comparison to her, and that’s why I make her think of a giraffe; I always have my face in the trees, reaching for the highest branches, much like I reach for the boundless heights in life with her by my side. This unique characteristic of mine sparked a delightful chain reaction in her, leading her to start a whimsical collection of giraffes all over the house. Ceramics, glass, stuffed toys, paintings—you name it, she has it. Each piece tells a story, a memory from our adventures together, and they bring a playful vibrancy to our home. I have been her favorite giraffe for over forty years now, and every time I see her smile because of my towering presence in her life, I realize that being her giraffe is more than just a charming nickname; it’s a badge of honor that I wear with pride.

I’d rather be called a giraffe than other nicknames like walrus or confused sheep. As a giraffe, I can stand tall and snack on tasty leaves! Being tall allows me to see over trees and enjoy the view. I can stretch my neck to reach the best greens while soaking up the sun, feeling like royalty.

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What’s a piece of technology you’re convinced will exist in 20 years?

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AI (artificial intelligence) is the one piece of technology that will undoubtedly exist in 20 years, dramatically transforming various aspects of our daily lives, from healthcare and education to communication and transportation. As AI continues to evolve, its integration into these sectors will lead to unprecedented advancements, enabling more personalized and efficient services. The potential for AI to enhance decision-making processes, automate routine tasks, and provide valuable insights will not only improve productivity but also open new avenues for innovation and creativity, influencing how we interact with the world and each other.

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Are you a lifelong learner?

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Yes, I am a lifelong learner. I strongly believe that the purpose in life is to learn. You learn early that it is better to not poop in your diaper, setting the stage for a life filled with lessons. Then the learning begins; every experience, whether big or small, becomes an opportunity for growth. You spend your life learning from the events and people that enter your life and fulfill it in ways you might not expect. Each conversation, every moment of connection, adds depth to your understanding of the world. Even at my age, I am continually learning from the good and bad in this world, embracing the complexity of human nature. The pain, suffering, and comfort surrounding this world serve as the backdrop for my education. I find that even in my darkest moments, there are valuable lessons hidden within the shadows. I will learn as long as I am able to breathe, knowing that every breath brings the possibility of new insights and revelations, enriching my journey and expanding my horizons.

EVERY MORNING, I ASK MYSELF, “WHAT WILL I LEARN TODAY?’

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What’s one habit that has improved your life the most?

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Oral health is the one habit that improved my life. Growing up in the late forties and early fifties I have had a mouthful of cavities. I even had cavities in my baby teeth and wisdom teeth. During that time, they filled cavities with a composition that contained Mercury. Sometime later they realized that putting a Mercury compound in your mouth may not be that healthy. My gums always bled and many time felt uncomfortable.

After I returned from a tour in the army my life became more stabilized, I started to think about my filthy mouth. Quit smoking and started going to the dentist as a normal routine. I was introduced to soft pics, floss, and a Perio-aid. They replaced all my mercury fillings with a safer composite material. I cannot remember the last time I had a cavity. I know it has been over twenty-five years. The dentist now compliments me for my home care and tells me to keep it up.

I am sure fluoride had something to do with it. However, I am seeing that fluoride may not be that healthy and some are encouraging the discontinuation of reducing the use of fluoride.

Finally, oral health improved my lifestyle a lot, leading to increased confidence in social interactions and a greater willingness to engage in activities I once avoided due to hesitations about my smile; this positive change has also encouraged me to adopt a more disciplined routine of regular dental check-ups and better daily hygiene practices, ultimately contributing to my overall well-being and enhancing my quality of life.

Stopping smoking prolonged my life, Oral health Improved my life.

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What’s a chapter of your life you’d title “The Hard Years” — and what got you through it?

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The hardest part of my life was during and after my divorce. This came as a total surprise to me, completely shattering my perception of reality. I thought everything was good; we had built a life together, shared dreams, and made plans for the future. Then my then wife informed me she never loved me and that she just married me to escape the clutches of her parents’ farm. This revelation was like a dagger to my heart, leaving me reeling with confusion and disbelief. I also realized that there was an affair going on between her and my best friend, which added another layer of betrayal to the pain I was already feeling. The concept of losing not only a wife but also a former best friend was almost unbearable. It felt like my entire world had crumbled in an instant, and I was left to pick up the pieces of my shattered life, grappling with the emotional turmoil and the harsh reality of having trusted the very people who had turned my life upside down. The journey to heal from such deep wounds had been long and arduous, filled with moments of self-reflection, anger, and eventual acceptance.

I got through it by thinking positively that I would survive it and that better times are ahead. I focused on the possibilities of a brighter future, visualizing the happiness I wanted to achieve, which helped me stay motivated and resilient during challenging moments. Through introspection and determination, I found strength in my hopes and dreams. Eventually, it all worked out exactly as I envisioned, and I met my primary soulmate, who has been my anchor and support. Together, we have created a profound bond that has flourished over the years, resulting in more than forty years of a good, happy life rich with shared experiences, love, and laughter that I cherish deeply.

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What’s a book you think deserves a sequel?

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Since I am revealing my true self, I must admit that I’ve never been much of a book reader—shocking, I know! I mean, who wants to get lost in a world of ink and paper when there’s a perfectly good sunlit playground waiting outside? Back in grade school, I remember those summer assignments that demanded we read 5 or whatever dull number of books. A real snooze-fest! While my friends were outside playing tag or zooming around on their bikes like little speed demons, I was stuck in a boring corner, trying to make sense of plots that seemed as far away as the moon. I’d sit there, flipping pages like I was training for the world’s worst flipping page competition, while the sun was doing its best to warm my skin and laughter from the playground taunted me in the background. Looking back, it’s clear that I was yearning for adventure—not the kind found between the covers of a book, but the good old-fashioned kind that comes with scraped knees and dodging the “it” kid!

In high school, in a required class to graduate, you had to read the classics, which often felt like a chore compared to my true passion. During that time, I was deeply interested in cars, spending hours watching races and reading automotive magazines. I lived and breathed hot rods, dreaming of the day I customized my own vehicle. The roar of an engine or the shine of a well-polished chassis ignited a sense of excitement in me that no book ever could. After school, I would rush home to tinker with engines and study the intricacies of car design, always imagining how I could improve the performance of each model that caught my eye. Ultimately, while I appreciated the literature, my heart was always revving in the world of automobiles, where creativity met engineering in thrilling ways.

I never could find the time to read, mostly because my brain has a sneaky habit of going on spontaneous vacation trips while I’m still trying to read the first sentence. I’d open a book, and before I knew it, I was knee-deep in thought about whether I should have cereal or toast for breakfast—definitely a pressing matter! The words would become a jumbled soup, all tangled up like headphones in my pocket, and I’d be left wondering if the plot twist was just my imagination or if I really had just read three pages about a cat named Mr. Whiskers. It felt like a never-ending treadmill of frustration, where the thrill of reading was overshadowed by my own thoughts throwing a wild party. As a result, books pulled a disappearing act on me, turning reading into a chore instead of the joyful adventure it was supposed to be!

I really hope this doesn’t mean I’m getting kicked out of paradise because, honestly, the idea of missing out on a place where everyone is perpetually chill and basks in love sounds downright terrifying—like a birthday party without cake! paradise has always felt like my personal comfort zone, and I can practically hear the angels singing “Rocky Mountain High” on repeat! If my choices have thrown a wrench in my heavenly travel plans, please, just hand me the divine customer service number so I can beg for another life on this earth and a second chance, because the vibe up there is my ultimate goal.

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If you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be?

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I have been to almost every state in the union, exploring the unique landscapes and vibrant cultures that each one offers. Except for Alaska, Kentucky, and North Dakota, I have also visited several countries in Europe, including Germany, where I marveled at the historical architecture, Switzerland, with its breathtaking alpine scenery, Hungary, rich in thermal baths and ruin bars, Austria, which captivated me with its classical music heritage, and Italy, where the cuisine and art brought my senses to life. I was born and raised in the Denver metro area, surrounded by the majestic Rocky Mountains, and I have no desire to live in any other part of the world. Yes, we have our issues, however a vibrant community, the beautiful natural surroundings, and the high quality of life here make me feel content and fulfilled. I am truly happy where I am, period.

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Is a little chaos actually good for us?

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A little chaos is not just good for us humans — it’s like a secret ingredient in our recipe for survival! This delightful messiness keeps us on our toes, making us navigate through life’s curveballs like a cat on a Roomba. Embracing chaos is like hitting the “magic” button on our learning machine, transforming us into wise sages (or maybe just slightly less confused beings) as we bond with ourselves and our fellow humans. In fact, those zany moments of turmoil often send our true potential rocketing to the surface, allowing us to whip up creative solutions and strut out of the chaos even more adaptable and ready to tackle whatever life throws at us next!

I am a strong believer that one of the main reasons we spend time on this earth is to learn. This journey of learning not only shapes our perspectives but also enriches our experiences. Chaos, in all its unpredictable forms, is an important part of this learning process. It challenges our resilience and pushes us out of our comfort zones, allowing us to discover strengths and insights we never knew we had. Embracing the chaos often leads to profound personal growth, enabling us to navigate through life with greater wisdom and understanding.

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What do you do to improve your sleep?

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Improving my sleep has become my newest hobby, mostly because my other hobbies (snacking, worrying, and reorganizing the junk drawer) weren’t helping. So I’ve developed a system. A dumb system. A system so dumb it loops back around and becomes almost impressive. For starters, I now perform a nightly ritual where I open the refrigerator and stare into it like it’s a portal to another dimension. I don’t take anything out. I don’t put anything in. I just stand there, letting the cold air hit my face while I contemplate whether leftover potato salad can teach me inner peace. It can’t. But the staring helps.

I’ve also decided my mattress needs “rotation,” which is a fancy way of saying If I flip it around and pretend I’ve accomplished something. The mattress is roughly the weight of a small elk, so the process is less “refreshing sleep hygiene” and more “accidental strength training.” After, I feel proud, even though the mattress feels exactly the same and my spine continues to complain.

Then there are the pillows. I now sleep with five of them, each serving a purpose I made up on the spot. One is for my head. One is for emotional support. One is to keep the emotional support pillow from getting too clingy. One is a mystery pillow whose origins I cannot explain. And one immediately falls to the floor and stays there until morning, fulfilling its destiny. I don’t know if this improves my sleep, but it does make my bed look like a low‑budget pillow fort.

Breathing exercises were supposed to help, too. I tried that inhale‑hold‑exhale routine everyone talks about. I inhaled for four seconds, held for seven, and then got distracted thinking about lasagna. By the time I remembered I was supposed to exhale, the moment had passed. I’m pretty sure the point is to try, though, and I did try, so I’m counting it as progress.

Eventually I lie down and attempt actual sleep. This is when my brain decides to host its nightly talent show. It asks important questions like “Did you lock the door?” and “What if raccoons can pick locks?” and “Why do humans have toes?” It also enjoys replaying embarrassing moments from decades ago, just to keep things spicy. But eventually, somehow, I drift off — not gracefully, more like a tranquilized moose collapsing in a meadow.

In the morning, I wake up feeling refreshed until I realize I’ve slept diagonally across the bed like a confused starfish. Still, I consider it an improvement. My sleep may not be perfect, but it’s better than it was, and at least now I have a system. A dumb system. But a system nonetheless.

IF YOU BELIEVE THIS, YOU MAY BE A CANIDATE FOR THIS BRIDGE I HAVE FOR SALE.

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Hit 5,000 steps today and drop your achievement here — we’re cheering you on!

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5000 average human steps translate to about 2 to 2.5 miles, which might sound like a casual stroll for some. But for a gentleman over the age of 80, that distance can feel like traversing the Sahara! As the years roll by, our bodies seem to develop their own set of quirky challenges like muscle strength that takes more vacations than you do, joints that creak like an old wooden ship, and health conditions that would make a doctor raise an eyebrow. Throw in little mental gymnastics, as seniors often become paranoid about potential spills or fatigue that feels like it’s wearing a “Do Not Disturb” sign, and you’ve got a whole comedy show in motion! So, while walking is crucial for keeping those legs moving, it’s best to tackle those mile goals with a pinch of humor and perhaps a little bit of superhero support!

However, I do the best I can.

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What’s the best way to deal with negative thoughts?

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Negative thoughts can slip in like uninvited guests, but the key is to acknowledge them without giving them control. Recognizing a thought as merely a passing event—like “I’m having the thought that I’m falling behind”—creates space to breathe and ground yourself in reality, whether it’s the feel of your feet on the floor or the sound of a bird. From there, gently check the thought with curiosity and redirect your focus to reflect your values, such as kindness or learning. Even small actions like a stretch or a sip of water can disrupt the spiral. Negative thoughts will come, but they don’t have to dominate; meet them with steadiness and compassion, remembering they are just thoughts, not truth.

Throughout life you are constantly learning. Negative thoughts are an inherent part of the learning process, and your education continues throughout your life. These thoughts often emerge during difficult situations, representing a natural response to unfamiliar experiences and uncertainties. Acknowledging these feelings can provide profound insights into your cognitive patterns and emotional reactions. By understanding that negative thoughts are commonplace and essential to growth, you can alter your perspective and utilize them as catalysts for personal development. This ongoing journey of learning fosters resilience, effective problem-solving, and adaptability, ultimately transforming you into a more robust and resourceful individual.

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What do you love now, that you hated when you were younger?

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I hated coffee when I was a kid. Seriously, who thought that bitter brew was a good idea? It was like drinking liquid regret! The kitchen would smell like an overenthusiastic barbecue gone wrong, and I’d scrunch up my nose like I just stepped in something suspicious. My parents would sip their steaming cups with expressions that resembled winning the lottery, as if they’d discovered some magical potion that I definitely wasn’t invited to! I’d much rather dive into a mug of hot chocolate, where the sweetness felt like a cozy hug instead of a slap in the face. As I slurped my milky delight, I’d overhear them going on about rich notes and subtle flavors like they were wine connoisseurs, and I couldn’t help but think that coffee was just for those weird grown-ups who enjoyed adulting too much!

Then, I found myself drafted into the army—a rollercoaster ride of chaos and confusion. I gave in to peer pressure about as easily as a kid to candy, jumping in on my fellow soldiers’ coffee habit like it was an elite club. Turns out, this magic potion we call coffee was their secret fuel for energy and buddy bonding! But here’s the kicker: milk was often MIA in army life, making black coffee not just a drink but a survival strategy. It was like a siren song I couldn’t resist—almost like smoking, except with fewer lung-related regrets! Once those caffeinated habits latched onto me, they were like a persistent shadow at a barbecue—always there! Fast forward eighty years, and my morning coffee is still my best buddy; it’s a warm hug in a mug that I can’t live without. Even now, when I hit up a local diner, the smell of fresh coffee zaps me back to those army days—reminiscing over simple sips amidst the organized chaos of life.

For over ten years the best time of day was breakfast with a hot cup of steaming coffee with that aroma of smoke in the room from that cigarette. I did wise up when I was 28 and quit the nasty habit of smoking. That was the best thing I ever did in my life. However, I will be enjoying that hot cup of coffee every morning until the last day.

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Which languages do you speak and how did that impact your life?

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I’ve spoken English my entire life. It’s the only language I ever learned well enough to use, and for a long time I never thought much about that. Growing up in the in the forties and fifties, speaking one language wasn’t unusual. It was simply the way things were.

But looking back from the vantage point of eighty‑plus years, I can see the ways this single language shaped my world.

English gave me the tools to write—first for YourHub.com, then for my blog, and eventually for the books. Every story, every memory, every reflection I’ve shared has come through this one language. It’s been my lifelong companion, the bridge between my thoughts and the page.

At the same time, speaking only English meant my world stayed a little smaller in certain ways. I’ve met people over the years whose first language wasn’t mine, and I sometimes wished I could step more easily into their world the way they stepped into mine. There’s a humility in realizing how much of human experience lives inside languages we don’t speak.

I have been to Italy and Germany where their primary language is not English. However, since English is so prominent in those countries. Not being able to speak their language was not much of a handicap.

English has carried me through conversations, friendships, military service, work, and now these later years of writing and reflection. It’s the language that helped me understand the world—and the one I use now to make sense of the life I’ve lived.

I don’t claim this as a grand insight, just an observation from someone who’s had a long time to think about it. One language can limit you in some ways, but it can also deepen your connection to the stories you’re able to tell. And for me, that’s been more than enough.

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What’s a common misconception people have about happiness?

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How many of us treat happiness like a destination. It’s easy to fall into the habit of saying, I’ll be happy when things settle down… when I retire… when I finally get this or finish that. I’ve said versions of that myself over the years.

But I’m starting to wonder if that mindset puts happiness on layaway. Maybe it doesn’t need to be postponed quite so far into the future. Maybe it’s already tucked into the smaller moments we tend to rush past—the first cup of coffee, a friendly wave from a neighbor, a memory that shows up out of nowhere and makes you smile.

I’m not claiming to have the formula figured out. Far from it. But I’ve noticed that the days when I slow down enough to notice the ordinary good things tend to feel a little lighter. A little more grounded.

So this isn’t advice, just an invitation: maybe happiness isn’t something we chase. Maybe it’s something we catch in the corner of our eye when we’re not trying so hard to find it.

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If you could instantly master any skill, what would it be and why?

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If I could magically master any skill, it would definitely be the art of marketing my fourteen books on Amazon—because who wouldn’t want to reach a broader audience and get the attention of readers who might actually enjoy the stories I’ve sweat over? Picture this: I’d whip up ad campaigns so captivating, they’d make your grandma want to buy a book even if she’s never turned a page in her life! I’d team up with influencers and bloggers in the literary world, like an Avengers squad, to make sure my masterpieces don’t just whisper in the shadows of obscurity but shout from the rooftops of the bestseller lists. Mastering these skills wouldn’t just get my books noticed; it’d create a whole fan club of enthusiastic readers who, instead of scrolling endlessly on their phones, would engage with my work like it was the latest gossip. Talk about turning my passion for writing into a wildly successful carnival ride!

Link to my author page on Amazon

MY EGO IS HUNGRY!

Since this post was published, I received an email from BookBub that I can have a website via BookBub. I took up the offer and here is the website link. https://tom-treloar.author-pages.com/

CHECK IT OUT

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What is something you wish you could tell your 20-year-old self?

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I would tell myself to Stop Smoking! I started smoking in 7th grade because of peer pressure, a curious attempt to fit in and be accepted by my friends, and once you are hooked, you are hooked bad, ensnared in a cycle that feels almost impossible to break. The initial thrill of rebellion quickly turned into a dependency that clouded my life and stole my breath, affecting my health and my ability to engage in activities I once loved. I finally quit when I was 28 filled with repeated attempts and numerous setbacks before I was successful in beating that nasty habit, a journey that taught me resilience and the importance of self-control, ultimately leading me to appreciate the freedom of living smoke-free.

Stopping smoking was the most difficult thing for me to do in my entire life.

Link to article I wrote in November 2023 about the same subject.

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What’s your favorite meme?

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That’s it!

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What’s a song that always puts you in a good mood?

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I don’t know why, but this theme song always made me feel great!

Link to my favorite Song