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Stoicisms Comeback

Every day

There is the potential

For life to send you a tragedy

Or a miracle

Or love

Or a storm

Or sun

Or monsters

Or angels

In every moment

In every breath

Anything could happen

It might feel like a repeated pattern

But curve-balls

And rainbows

And joy

And tears

They live in those patterns

Some

Will be upset

That they can’t control it

But the more you try to control reality

The more it can hit you the face

Rolling with the punches

Being ready for anything

Miracle or tragedy

Is a trick

To flow with this thing that we have here

Life

Every-time you pop your eyes open in the morning

Remind yourself

‘Anything can happen today’

Take a breath

And be ready


Anything

Can

Truly

Happen.


-C.H.

 
 
 

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