move your head up and down, whistle, feel the beat in it all. smile, its temporary. the good and the bad coming in at all directions, the situations complex and multileveled. as you get older the race keeps going but the people you are running against change. dont forget, your simply racing you of yesterday, and you cannot win that race. get better, fall and brush yourself off, the destination is a mirage.
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close your eyes. shut them and marvel at the fact that you expand and move beyond the limits of your vision and your body. pull yourself elsewhere. get out of the head, its gonna kill you. confined to ourselves, from morning to night. its hard to escape. we try though. we lose ourselves in novels, news and netflix. needing to forget that this is it. pleading that this is not all it is. creating and breaking habits, saving and spending, getting better at things we never planned to do in the first place. making it all up as we go, repeating what our parents used to say and moving on from one place and friend to the other. stuck in a lonesome state, even when surrounded by others.
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as we get older we turn back into children. we spit out the food we do not want to eat, we get confused and become less relevant to society. we lose our teeth and bet back into diapers, we shrivel up and lose our hair, we need taking care of. we cry and become scared of new things, we get teased easily and lose our memory. we take naps and fade into the background. we discover our childhood again by falling backwards into it. our brittle bones crumbling away in a symphony of confusion and distortion. meeting our maker while forgetting our family. a perfect circle to a life well lived.
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“That’s what careless words do. They make people love you a little less.”
-Arundhati Roy