The struggle ends when gratitude begins.
It’s been too long since I sat and reflected on all the things I am blessed and thankful for in my life.
Freedom to pursue my interests.
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Your poem reminded me of the quote by Mary Oliver, “I want to think again of dangerous and noble things.
I want to be light and frolicsome.
I want to be improbable beautiful and afraid of nothing,
as though I had wings.”
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That’s beautiful. Thank you for sharing!