Killing Time

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.

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