We hold onto so much, that we at times forget to live and let love, we abandon our true selves, to accommodate the pressures of the world, we forget that there is joy in letting life and living in the moment. The treasure we seek, the one that we’ve been made to believe it exists, requires no lengthy expedition, not does it demand expensive equipment. It doesn’t need superior aptitude or special company; all we lack is the willingness to accept and to imagine that we already have everything we need. The truth: The only thing missing is our consent to be where we are. To live in the moment. He hasn’t felt settled in a long while. The few days leading to this post were filled with fresh thrill; the urge to pursue; he’d forgotten how it felt to look for something, perhaps because he’d closed down all doors and windows and had denied himself a fresh touch of warm sunshine. No one understands nature: a tree bathed in sun rays, a weathered tree trunk, maybe the animals, a mountain perhaps?
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