I think you have it better than me. I envy you.
You may think I have it better than you. You may envy me.
In truth, if we switched places, first moments would maybe be exhilarating
- because of that shock of the new -
but we'd soon find the shadow that we didn't see in the other's story.
In the end,
while some have it better and some have it worse,
no one's story is perfect.
I remember that, and I look at what I have
with appreciation.
Without thinking of it as good or bad - as much as one can - because
things are full of nuance so you never know
what good will come out of the bad,
what bad will come out of the good.
It's normal to wonder.
It's healthy to be curious.
It's healthy to be jealous.
But dose makes the poison.
If we're curious too much,
If we're jealous too much,
we'll turn blind to the good
that we already have and that
is just stupid,
not to be articulate much.
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heart beats
Poesia~ poezje itp ~ w gruncie rzeczy, jesteśmy worami mięsa, kości, i flaków. ale w tym worze mieści się mózg, a mózg to wciąż niezbadana złożoność, która z prostego wora potrafi uczynić święty graal. the heart beats/heartbeats/heartbeat: serce bije, ser...
