Goals · musings


Striving has been my measuring stick. Where to go next? Am I earning enough money? Am I successful? Always running toward. Guilt-filled standing still. Life now flows gently. Unconcerned with accomplishing. Avoiding pressure, allowing spaces to expand into hours sitting, staring, thinking, dozing. Unencumbered with goals but burdered with time.

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