In moments of lucidity everything seems simple to me. The complicated unravels, the mysterious is no longer a mystery, and for that spit second everything makes sense. It’s a space I want to remain in, but I’ve learned it won’t last. I’m fortunate to have my brief glimpse before returning to jousting with windmills like Don Quixote. The brief glimpses of the simplicity of life helps me to focus on what’s really important:
Love is the answer.
We all need forgiveness, no one is perfect.
Kindness builds bridges faster than a construction crew.
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