To wake up in the morning every day, to see how the day goes - in whatever fashion...this way, that way, or coagulating like a time clot in a small little rut, and then to see it end.
It's not a small thing.
And every form of life does it. Every frame of phenomenon does it. Feels good to be a speck in this massive tide of courage - the tide that begins something knowing that it will end.
It's not a small thing.
And every form of life does it. Every frame of phenomenon does it. Feels good to be a speck in this massive tide of courage - the tide that begins something knowing that it will end.
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Hello. Have been reading your blog since quite a few years. 5 or 6 maybe. Have loved many posts. High time I appreciated. Rather, too bad, I haven't yet! Sorry! :')
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