there’s something almost magical about walking in the autumn rain
is a ritual the same thing as a habit or an addiction
if we don’t notice it is no different than if we cannot see
why can’t we just say i have done enough this week i’m taking a nap
there is a big thing that is blocking your pathway here, let me warn you
sometimes life presents contradicting ironies without knowing it
all too often we focus on the turbulence rather than the calm
when was the last time you lied on your back and watched as the clouds passed by?
all too often we try to give something meaning where there isn’t one
do you ever stop and wonder why we sell food as decoration
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