The cat is tearing away at the reclining portion of the couch and is slowly working his way to my feet. He gets in these fits, constantly. He balances them with these tender moments of wonder - that's why he is the most wonderful being I have encountered in ages sadly enough.
I'm down to the last half of my last warm beer and I don't mind, just let it flow.
We're afraid of our shadows or just in the face of nihilism (they are one in the same). You struggle with improvement, with challenge. Whatever it may be the answer is in your grasp.
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