I tried to kill time, but it just wouldn’t die. It, however, will finish me, using one of its two ways: deliberate efficiency, or slow surgery.
That being said, may I not preach what I practice, but practice it silently. May I learn to love folding laundry and be grateful for dry socks. May I acknowledge my crippling weaknesses alongside my thrumming strengths. May I learn to free others from suffering, and ease my own in doing so. May I not pretend, but keep true and stay real.
In my darkest time, may I be a light.