The plunge

Sometimes you find yourself in the middle of a crossfire wondering how the hell you got there. The good old’ days fly by so fast that you forget to breathe, and then one day you wake up choking on the hard times. The dramatic representations of how it will play out in the end denies us of true freedom. Our unrealistic expectations being the fertile soil on which disappointments grow wild. Open your eyes and listen to the wind, do more and expect less, take the plunge now, while you’re still breathing.

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