There are times when every day feels a little less clear than the day before. When we've run out of reasons and all we can ask ourselves is, "how do I live a life that is me?" A question met only with the quiet hum of an empty room. Good thing time is transient.
the more lost we become, the larger the realm of possibility grows
difficult and frustrating as it may be to forge a path through that realm
the existence of possibility is the guarantee of tomorrow
take heart from that and stand up to the challenge
however you travel through your own confusion, move forever in that which is new
leave yesterday behind and make your own tomorrow
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