open the windows.

i need some fresh air. and what man does not? i long for that crisp first breath in the morning right after i cross the threshold of my door. 

Do not dwell on the things of this ever changing chaos. 

Choose to live in the still second the sun hits the window panes and the trees cast dancing leaves on your bedroom floor. Dwell in the present, here and now. We are not promised tomorrow or the next second. 

Today i remember the abundance of life lived well and honest. So ill cherish it, though the pain may last for a time, I can trust that joy cometh. 

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