At dawn we rise and attempt to face the day. Routines push our way and we never really wake. We’re content with comfortable fallacies and all our dreams placed just out of reach. We never gave our eyes proper time to adjust from their unnatural light that they shine upon us. We might as well be blind because we never see how we live our lives hastily. Trading speed for quality and sometimes forgetting to breathe. We stop listening to the voice inside us all, claiming the absurdity of our motives and means. The things we hate we do for things we think we need and after pushing through we still manage to feel empty. We might as well be blind… We must stir the passion in ourselves instead of searching for meaning in a box or on a shelf. Your possessions own you.
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