Do you remember the last time you were thankful?
I let stress and worry consume my thoughts, and forget life is short.
What is your definition of success? Money? Comfort? A little of both?
When did comfort become our god? Maybe I'm unique, but I doubt it. We are strange creatures. We worship comfort, stability, so much so that we make ourselves uncomfortable in our quest for that which eludes, defies definition.
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