Soon enough we’ll die.

Sometimes things in life are difficult; it feels like sometimes we’re all hanging on by a thread, waiting for the next great big wave to wash us away. People vanish; relationships fail; friendships collapse; jobs end. Loneliness and abandonment squeeze the breath out of us. The things we hold seem to break.

I wonder sometimes if everyone else in the world is less afraid of suffering than I am or much better at hiding it. Maybe they’re better at recognizing the absurd notion of control than I am. Whatever it is, I sometimes wish I had that thing that would keep my brain still. It never stops; I simply cannot shut that thing off in my head that expects Bad to happen.

Surely I can’t be the only one.

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We are oars in the same rowboat floating toward the same hopes.

Oh, our hearts don’t have heavy parts.

We’re like balloons. We float to new heights.

We’re like balloons. We float to new heights.

We’re like balloons. We float to new heights.

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