if you lose the ball stop pretending and admit the game is over
we build protections to defend against the threats that we soon forget
we’re taught to desire order; but it’s the chaos that gives life texture
it doesn’t matter what the temperature is if we can’t feel it
a quiet morning is infinitely better than a busy day
slowly over time we stop noticing and it becomes a fixture
it’s hard to count the things we don’t notice that are hidden in plain sight
things that used to be are always being changed to save us from ourselves
some are obvious but unconscious filters are easily denied
once you see something in a different way, it’s difficult not to
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