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What am I doing? And what for? This apartment. This life. The wealth? What do I think it will do for me? Am I right? Do I care if I get it? When I am the happiest it is with people I love in beautiful places. But when I am there for too long I feel guilty for not building. Building what? And what for? Why am I rushing? My yard man once told me, he rushed past more good things than he’d rushed to. I think about him a lot. Why am I in a hurry? For fun To go faster Next thing Next thing next thing Until….. nothing
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Jul 18, 2025
Jul 18, 2025 at 8:41 PM UTC
Pick up the pace
What am I doing? And what for? This apartment. This life. The wealth? What do I think it will do for me? Am I right? Do I care if I get it? When I am the happiest it is with people I love in beautiful places. But when I am there for too long I feel guilty for not building. Building what? And what for? Why am I rushing? My yard man once told me, he rushed past more good things than he’d rushed to. I think about him a lot. Why am I in a hurry? For fun To go faster Next thing Next thing next thing Until….. nothing
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Jul 18, 2025
Jul 18, 2025 at 8:41 PM UTC
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