and make the ordinary extraordinary


Life is no TV dinner.

The road that way becomes too soft.

It’s not a model quest.

Great sages carry their scars.

Their symbols and dreams they bare.

The battle rages wildly within.

Safety’s fine, but this one comes with gravity.

It’s wearing us out.

But that’s the point.

It makes us wise.

Of course we’re tired, it’s meant that way.

Life whispers “perfect”.

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