If I were a feather, how many tips would I have? Would they be ruffled? Jagged? Broken? Or just frayed on the ends, waiting to break, split or splinter? Maybe even plucked and tossed to the sideā¦ just wanting to die. Perhaps they would mend themselvesā¦. With a good nights restā¦maybe notā¦could turn out to be one notorious nightmare after the other, enveloping each of life’s experience’s we want to forget.
The mind is a powerful thingā¦Too much or too little that is the question. How do we balance such a delicate thing? For each day is different as the one before, no matter our age or knowledge, I continually reply. What is the answer? I beg of you. Look at yourself! Dare not share, for it identifies and labels you. Stick to the unknowing, you’ll be safe, secure and stable, maybe not to the extreme possible highest achievable level of happiness, but you won’t get hurt. So dig deepā¦What will you choose? Open upā¦Move onā¦or Shut Down? When all else failsā¦Run like hell! And never look back!
Lisa
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