A life in erasable moments, loosely attached.

Something nice happens and it makes you want more.

And if you reach out for it, there’s the chance that you step into something wonderful, but there’s also the chance that you step into something difficult. Sometimes it is both.

Either way, you risk losing the peace you now have for the life you now have.

But what else? Stay here and keep your spot and think it is enough? Of course it is enough. But is that also closing a door to light?

Maybe it’s not about being happier or feeling more loved. Maybe it’s simply about a different sort of happiness, peace, and knowing who and what and why you love. And who you are.

Maybe, sometimes.

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