Wednesday, November 11, 2020

You Find It…When You Stop Looking

 

Maybe we try too hard to find something. We yearn for more out of life. But it’s also that same thing that keeps us from living in the moment.

 

As we travel through the seasons of life…We form routines that inevitably define us. The more we want to control the outcome, the more out of control things become.

 

Let nature do what nature does. Could it be that simple? Have we over complicated so much of our lives that we’ve forgotten we’re not the ones in control? 

 

The more we want to write our story…the more it writes itself…and that’s what makes a beautiful story. 

 

 

 

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