what progress looks like . is oftentimes opposite . what we’ve imagined
on the other side . we hope the destination . was worth the journey
it’s okay to stop . along the path and set down . a heavy burden
the meaning of life . can be found in its textures . if we stop and feel
when wondering where . to begin, the only place . is right here, right now
take everything . every pleasure, but leave . my morning coffee
with just a quick glance . lily pads seem to float free . the truth is deeper
a baseline is set . how things are supposed to be . and fear maintains it
ordera little order . stands out in the disorder . we cannot control
we are never there . for someone else’s story . at the beginning
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