The Softening Of My Heart


In my youth, I freely traded away my passion for indolence, indiscretion, and indulgence.
In my middle years, I grudgingly exchanged my days for hard work, hierarchy, and humiliation.
In my old age, I have gratefully yielded to the stiffness of my body, the sureness of my being, and the softening of my heart.
The reason why we don’t take time is a feeling that we have to keep moving. This is a real sickness

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