We are imperfect human beings, covered with worries and restlessness.
Running from things we want, hiding from our dreams.
We seek comfort, we make comfort as our refuge. We got stifled by future, choked by past.
We never realize we chase after tomorrow.
We never feel we have enough.
There is something we all look for, balance. One thing we might forget, we possess such balance through moving.
Keep moving, push through. It will always feel better than just staring blankly at the ceiling with tons of emptiness we cannot contain anymore.
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