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Life’s hard because every time you have something, you want something else.
Every time you get what you want, you’re too scared of losing it, to actually appreciate it.
We spend time planning; for tomorrow, for next month, for next year, even 5,10, 15, 20 years from now.
–– Today is what holds you, tomorrow hasn’t yet grown arms, and the years that come haven’t even been conjured up.
Let’s regress to a simpler time. A time when time wasn’t tracked, chased, mourned and caged. An age when we were one with the Universe, not one in the Universe. Our ego’s have run away with our minds in their pocket, and we’ve let them do our thinking and talking.
That tree beside you, that animal, that insect, that air you breathe, the water you drink, those walking around you, those you don’t see or even think about –– they’re all just as important as one another, and just as vital to right now. Don
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