<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Love on Kevin Gomes</title><link>https://kevgomes1403.github.io/tags/love/</link><description>Recent content in Love on Kevin Gomes</description><generator>Hugo -- 0.150.0</generator><language>en</language><lastBuildDate>Sun, 22 Sep 2024 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://kevgomes1403.github.io/tags/love/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Stop One Heart from Breaking</title><link>https://kevgomes1403.github.io/posts/2024/2024-09-22-stop-one-heart-from-breaking/</link><pubDate>Sun, 22 Sep 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://kevgomes1403.github.io/posts/2024/2024-09-22-stop-one-heart-from-breaking/</guid><description>&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If I Can Stop One Heart from Breaking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;
By Emily Dickinson_&lt;br&gt;
If I can stop one heart from breaking,&lt;br&gt;
I shall not live in vain;&lt;br&gt;
If I can ease one life the aching,&lt;br&gt;
Or cool one pain,&lt;br&gt;
Or help one fainting robin&lt;br&gt;
Unto his nest again,&lt;br&gt;
I shall not live in vain_&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I wasn&amp;rsquo;t expecting to have a deep conversation about life on my way back home from SFO after a weekend in LA. My Afghani Uber driver was particularly determined to make it in America, notably in the expensive hellhole that is the Bay Area. Despite our age difference, he stumped me with a plea for advice as we approached my driveway: &amp;ldquo;As a well-educated person, what advice can you offer me?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>A Recalibration</title><link>https://kevgomes1403.github.io/posts/2024/2024-06-09-a-recalibration/</link><pubDate>Sun, 09 Jun 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://kevgomes1403.github.io/posts/2024/2024-06-09-a-recalibration/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Much has transpired in the two year hiatus I&amp;rsquo;ve taken from this blog. Here&amp;rsquo;s just to name a few:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;I spent another winter in Bangladesh and returned less fulfilled than the previous time.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Tried BJJ for half a year and submitted a guy with an arm bar. He went on to offer me my first internship.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Had my heart broken then went on to date her.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Got a C in my tapeout class but landed an internship in the CPU team at Apple.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Lasting Relationships</title><link>https://kevgomes1403.github.io/posts/2022/2022-05-30-lasting-relationships/</link><pubDate>Mon, 30 May 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://kevgomes1403.github.io/posts/2022/2022-05-30-lasting-relationships/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I was away for five years and four months. Deliberately ghosting scores of cousins, aunts, grandparents, and relatives I didn’t know I had, I finally returned to the land that bore fruit to me and my kin. For that long I stayed away from what I perceived to be holding me back from the inevitable currents of change.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;For much of my teenage years, that rather selfish attitude underscored my unwillingness to reach out to those who held me eternally dear.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>