How can a day that began so late end so prematurely? It makes living so much shorter and easier. If days may pass without a notice and without a care, then life would not be a mess of meandering plains.
I long for a page of clear-minded simplicity.
Good things come to those who wait, with patience. Peace comes to those who keep silent vigil by those moments of violent thoughts. Nodding in efforts to acknowledge their presence and yet maintaining a strong resistance front and a absolute avoidance of succumbing to those thoughts. Is that all what it is about? And if it is, then it is all but a precarious dance between that which is here and there, and what is standing and falling.
Meanwhile, we all stand for long hours under the hot shower in the cruel winter cold, wishing, that everything may be as simple as taking a hot long shower. That the only requirement is a solution of water and soap, and that everything can be eventually washed away.
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