Not Enough Time in the World

We value our mobile messages more than actual conversations with our friends. We are like a candle burning on both ends, so hell bent to get on with our lives that we ignore the little joys that come with it. The way the blades of grass in a field bend in the winds like followers bowing in reverence to the almighty in a pact of brotherhood and love. The way a bird majestically glides in the vast expansive blue. Tell me, when was the last time you looked at the sky for more than a minute?

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