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Today, I have come to the realization that simple, physically laborious activities are the most enjoyable. There is something about working with my own two hands that I find rewardingly meditative. As much as I love purely mental activities, such as writing, I think I find true understanding in, not thinking heavily, but enjoying the beauty of sweat dripping from my brow, dirt covering my hands, and the straining of my meager muscles against their bounds: pure sensation without analysis or scrutiny.

Once again, this blog post has nothing to do with philosophy or anything we have discussed in class, but it is pertinent to myself and I felt it worth typing up a few words about.