We seek a life free of suffering.
Yet to ask for joy without pain is to ask for an ocean with no water
A coin with one side, or a tree with no roots
Aye, dark, sinewy roots make strong the tallest of trees,
But we ask for strength yet with nothing to strengthen us?
Bliss is not found in endless comfort,
But rather in discomfort born willingly
So then, determined, stride through the swamps,
And never give the darkness permission to defeat you
Lest you sink in the muck, amongst the many poor souls that lie there forevermore...
Mar 13, 2022
Mar 13, 2022 at 5:26 PM UTC
We seek a life free of suffering.
Yet to ask for joy without pain is to ask for an ocean with no water
A coin with one side, or a tree with no roots
Aye, dark, sinewy roots make strong the tallest of trees,
But we ask for strength yet with nothing to strengthen us?
Bliss is not found in endless comfort,
But rather in discomfort born willingly
So then, determined, stride through the swamps,
And never give the darkness permission to defeat you
Lest you sink in the muck, amongst the many poor souls that lie there forevermore...
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