It's funny how there's always something to complain about. And then you look back. And you miss that chapter. And you miss those faces and those places. After being aware of complaining in general. And thinking about all the excuses for not moving and not doing. I understood the meaning, and accepted the presentation. But now not to stall and to continue to grow. Stagnant, non-moving, non-changing; what an existence. Why are you so comfortable and safe? Things I know. Things I knew.
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You are the wind . . . the wind will see it al . . . know it all . . . Peace. Scott
I like that!
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