There is much stress and haste around me. I'm getting entangled. If it gets its grip on me, I can't think clearly anymore. I'm searching. Searching for calmness, quietness. I'm walking away from the routine, away from the chaos, the rushing and running. It's just about taking the time. The time to sit. The time to think. The time to just be, here and now. It all seems quite easy and obvious but the mind has other plans ...usually. ...Well, at least mine has.
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