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I do believe my days withing these Concrete ashram walls are Coming to an end. It might be a slow ending, but It'll be a good one. It began the day I saw the Beautiful truth behind the ugly Mask of everyday insignificance. Beauty and meaning; Soft hand in a mild one. Water strength. Cement frailty. Thoughts are like air; find their Way from A to another A. Looking at my friend fitting A door, cursing at the promise of Adjustments, Or enjoying the way the Project Manager Leaves us never knowing whether He's joking or not with a face As cold as his project's foundations. I fall in love with Life every day. Even when I hate it. I've learned that I never stop learning. I'll be a slightly different man tomorrow, Yet still myself. Always still myself. There is wisdom in flexibility; the Holding on to nothing, Even ones definition of oneself. I was a construction worker. Now, I'm a Construction worker. I take comfort in the fact That the only comfort I'll Ever really need, is the One I give Myself.
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Mar 4, 2015
Mar 4, 2015 at 3:38 PM UTC
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I do believe my days withing these Concrete ashram walls are Coming to an end. It might be a slow ending, but It'll be a good one. It began the day I saw the Beautiful truth behind the ugly Mask of everyday insignificance. Beauty and meaning; Soft hand in a mild one. Water strength. Cement frailty. Thoughts are like air; find their Way from A to another A. Looking at my friend fitting A door, cursing at the promise of Adjustments, Or enjoying the way the Project Manager Leaves us never knowing whether He's joking or not with a face As cold as his project's foundations. I fall in love with Life every day. Even when I hate it. I've learned that I never stop learning. I'll be a slightly different man tomorrow, Yet still myself. Always still myself. There is wisdom in flexibility; the Holding on to nothing, Even ones definition of oneself. I was a construction worker. Now, I'm a Construction worker. I take comfort in the fact That the only comfort I'll Ever really need, is the One I give Myself.
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Mar 4, 2015
Mar 4, 2015 at 3:38 PM UTC
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