Depending on the light of freedom available; when I look out of the window of my life, sometimes I see a glorious future, and sometimes, I only see myself.
We are our own jailers - locked in the quagmire of our limited minds, struggling for an answer we do not know the question to, as the clock wind's down.
From time to time, there are moments within life, which we can enjoy; often, they are so few, that we spend more time recalling them, rather than enjoying them. 😞
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