Weed Whacker

Frenetic buzzing in the name of duty, diligence, responsibility. Masked pride. Afraid to pause, to observe, to face the reality of an existence larger than my deluded attempts to control it.

Life is wild, untamed, beautiful. Meant to be received not managed, to be ridden not reined, to be enjoyed not boxed.
“Come unto me all you who are weary and heavy laden. Take my yoke upon you, for my yoke is easy and my burden is light. You will find rest for your souls.” ~Jesus
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