If you give it the chance, it won't have to try.
You'll be toiling away, longing for your desires.
Those matieral matters, that hold no substance.
The homes, the cars, the money you burn.
You'll close your eyes, and then you'll open them up, and you stand there waiting on your turn.
Just waiting to fly, waiting to soar.
That humanness just craves more more and more.
And that life you forgot to live. It beckons from the past, it says, make each moment last.
Stop and realize. This is your life. Not tomorrow. Not yesterday. This moment right here. Me drinking my coffee, on my porch in paradise, watching scout run round outside glad to be he from a 4 day adventure, and harp and Jax in their rooms, my dogs at my feet, my heart full. This single moment I am in sitting in.
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