The trials we face from day to day are grueling, even if that time is spent doing something we enjoy. If we still have energy at the end of the day, then the chances are good that that day was spent with a less than mentality. This could occur for us decorated in many ways. One way this can manifest is having some sort of job any monkey can do. Most jobs are like this, yet we always find a way to slide inside ourselves and wonder, wonder about something else that may be better. But we get far too comfortable in our placation and comparisons to make the necessary moves.
It is more of a trial to be someone who wonders than it is to be someone who believes the words and uses them in advantageous ways that benefit all parties involved. We face trials all the time, but what we need to do is use our senses, our guts, and our feelings to meander our way through this place we call home. Time is much better spent in the idea that something can be only if it is done with passion. Passion drains us and heals us at the same time where there is nothing left at the end of each day but reflections and future opportunities of the same. LLc 98.2
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
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