Some days, I am all about me, lost in the wilderness of my overgrown thoughts, thirsty, hungry, wondering once again if it's worth reorganising my knowledge to find humour in opposing ideas.
Time.
Motion.
Nothing standing perfectly still.
The threads of life pulling on me, tugging, pushing, hugging...
I've climbed the corporate ladder.
I've organised volunteer projects.
I've led and followed.
No longer "who am I?" but how can I enjoy the moment without using resources excessively?
Pure happiness tempered by imperfect reality.
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