There is a break in the silence, in your thoughts. It’s called reality. It’s called knowing you are obligated to do something, the same thing, every day. Day in, day out. Usually without recognition. Usually with no regard. But this is fruitful, friends. This is progression. This is real life. And if you let it? It’s going to bury your head in the concrete, and press on the...
New to this. Bear with me :)