Aren’t we all somewhat flawed, slightly tainted and, perhaps, even odd? Stuck in our ways, we will surely refuse to admit, our faults are apparent more than a little bit.
Unforgotten deeds, lack of contempt, we usually wonder where the money went. Self-centered worries consume so much precious time, restricting intentions and thoughts sublime.
In so many ways I am often in awe we can struggle through a Wednesday, or Thursday, in spite of it all. Regardless of advice, we continue to forge on, even when it appears all hope is long gone.
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