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When it is open, you can see. Everything here is meant to be. The sad, mad, happy, glad. Experiences to be had. Loving, losing, begging, choosing. When you know that, it goes easy. No queasy, unsettled stomach mixed with a broken heart. No wishing to restart, because it's all a part. With one start. So, don't diminish before the finish. Don't get cocky after a scrimmage. Don't get mad because you have to do the dishes. Don't be sad your friends sleeping with the fishes. The life you have, has it's own salve. It may take one thousand lives for you, but you can help you through. As long as you keep it open. I'm not jokin'. If you can't open it, be with it. Learn it, understand it. The mind is insane, like an open flame to propane. My desire is to spread knowledge, like wild fire. Mine is open. Peaceful? Serene? Beautiful? No. Just content, unbent. And ready for anything.
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