We wallow in our own murky wilderness, afraid to move. We roll down hillsides when we are defeated. We dare not swim, lest we drown. We are our own enemies.
Category: FICTION
In Limbo
“You are a child of the universe,
No less than the trees and the stars;
You have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
No doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.”
― Max Ehrmann, Desiderata: A Poem for a Way of Life
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