When we come to this world, we always have to take a look at the sun, the mountains and rivers, and the places where flowers are in full bloom. and visit the places where flowers bloom in full glory. We escape from the repetitive days to experience a fleeting moment of joy, and then return to our routines as if nothing ever happened. People often long for distant places, not necessarily yearning for a different, permanent life, but simply seeking, in the fleeting passage of time that we encounter day after day, to steal away brief moments of freedom. In these moments, extraordinary courage arises, and we find ourselves ready to dive back into the long, humble rhythms of daily life, amidst the endless cycles of rice, oil, salt, and all the little things that make up our existence.
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Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts6 days ago in Longevity
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Absolutely!!! Fantastic poem and well written, good luck.