Have you stopped to watch a hamster running on a wheel? Have you found yourself thinking what’s going on in that tiny head of his?Where is he going? Why is he running? Why does he not just get off and stop… to see… his glass prison.
I think I answered my own question.
We all run on our "wheels" to have that sense of direction, of movement.
Maybe, just maybe, I could pick up my mask and wear it again. I could take out my rose-tinted glasses and pretend with all the other hamsters that I’m headed somewhere.
I think I answered my own question.
We all run on our "wheels" to have that sense of direction, of movement.
Maybe, just maybe, I could pick up my mask and wear it again. I could take out my rose-tinted glasses and pretend with all the other hamsters that I’m headed somewhere.
Headed to greener pastures?
Maybe.
It’s time to slow down, to stop thinking and just be. I have to let it all go. I need to let my life flow and unravel.
It’s time to slow down, to stop thinking and just be. I have to let it all go. I need to let my life flow and unravel.
I need to just be.
Is life a big “choose your own adventure” book? Turn to page 65 to either meet your doom or stumble upon another dilemma.
Is life a big “choose your own adventure” book? Turn to page 65 to either meet your doom or stumble upon another dilemma.
I think so.
It’s all laid out.
Every word and every letter, all written in ink, printed for you to read. Everything is just waiting to be uncovered.
The book is just waiting for you to decide and to turn the page.
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