Wednesday, September 01, 2021

3788 : The art of losing

Today as I did my silent walk, I was meditating on a bunch of my losses. I feel like a soldier who capitulated....and then is seeing the writing etched on my prison walls.

What I lost, means very little to anyone else, and the whole world to me. That is a strange contradiction to have, as you find your place in this universe.

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