My first memory was in bed at night, hearing a fox calling outside by bedroom window.
If you look for problems, you will find them everywhere—you’ll notice the shadows cast by trees instead of the shade they provide, the drops of rain in the air instead of the rainbow forming beyond; you’ll see cracks magnified in solid oak, instead of the vast forests beyond outstretched branches.
I’m falling silent now, within a writing chrysalis. I don’t know if I will re-emerge.
I tend to hang out in dentists these days. It’s how I like to spend my weekends.
Each of us is piece of the puzzle, and together, we create the masterpiece.
Some of life's little jokes:
You've been looking everywhere for something you already have;
You didn't notice what was right in front of you;
You didn't even know that you didn't know.
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