Isn’t it funny how things sometimes fall right down how they should. Why at one moment we can be fighting against the tide… the the next moment we seem to be carried on the wind? Without any gradual change the hardest mountains are suddenly yesterday’s foothills. Maybe we have some sort of chemistry with out environment… and if its wrong then it all goes to hell in a hand basket… and not a very flame proof basket either.
So it’s with no great trepidation that yesterdays dreams, by way of money and trust, are sustained and made today’s. Old avenues open their gates once again to allow exploration, inviting me. Yet still I worry. I will probably go to my grave worrying about something… even if its worrying I died in a stupid position. From all future consequence, only a few actions either way are required on my part.
And after the previous month I’ve just dragged myself through, I’m content to let that be!
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