Things would usually come about. Things that would assign a value to my existence. Things that I could point to and say "That's why I'm here."
But things get old. New days dawn. "That's why you were here."
Good deeds are like sleep, there is no saving up. They are both debts incurred. You can catch up but you can never get ahead.
Standing still is falling behind.
I have a habit of over booking my tomorrows.
Non-Zero Factors
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My Chamomile tea smells of dry grass, and cat fur. I let the warm scented
steam ground me while I look around for a place to sit in this Community
Coffeeho...
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