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Journal

I keep this journal as a space for attention, presence, and quiet thought. This journal exists for the small moments — the ones that rarely announce themselves but quietly shape how we think, feel, and move through the world.

I’m interested in what happens beneath the surface of daily life. The passing thoughts. The emotional shifts we barely notice. The ideas that arrive softly and disappear just as quickly if we don’t slow down long enough to meet them. This journal is my way of paying attention.

This is my personal space for reflection, writing, and quiet observation. It isn’t built around trends, performance, or constant updates. It isn’t chasing relevance or reacting in real time. Instead, it’s grounded in the belief that some thoughts are worth sitting with — slowly, without urgency, without needing to be immediately useful.

I write here to understand what I’m noticing, not to rush toward conclusions. The work I share often lives somewhere between essay and journal. It’s shaped by curiosity rather than certainty. I write about inner life, attention, creativity, relationships, and the subtle shifts that happen beneath everyday experience — the kind that are easy to miss if we’re always moving on to the next thing.

This is not a place for definitive answers. It’s a place for exploration.

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You live, but are you living the way you want to live or the way others want you to live? You choose, but are your choices based on your own decisions or the decisions imposed on you by society? You act, but are you acting…
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I’m terrible at gratitude. How bad am I? I’m so bad at gratitude that most days, I don’t notice the sunlight on the leaves of the maple trees as I walk to the mailbox to get the mail. I forget to be thankful for the Walmart lady who greets you when…
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There was a time when I was carefree, but I cannot remember when that was. I know it was. Never did I think I would or could find myself in the pumpkin patch. This will be my blog to air it all out, maybe for my kids, or someone. Wanting to be want…
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Just like anybody else, I owe a debt of gratitude to a great number of people; the folks listed on this page (most likely incomplete) have either inspired me or directly influenced me in different ways. All of which is for the better. So, thank you…
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Be one of the rare people who don’t know how to quit.

~ Bruce Eric Dasaro