Existence is tricky, as is our own potential. Most of the time everything sounds perfectly right in your head, but once uttered it takes its own form. The ears in which it resonates create their own version of what you were trying to say. Imagine we all decided to not say anything at all. Would everything then be perfectly right? The mind is explosive, frustrated, peaceful, up, down, brilliant, dumb and also tricky. There are no enemies except for the ones we create. No doubt then that the only real enemy is ourself. Confusion is relevant because it will eventually lead to clarity, whether here or not. Trust in nothing and you are still trusting in something, no? Sometimes the mind rests quietly, other times it runs rampant. Right now my mind is running and running. Still happiness is somewhere, waiting to be caught up to. Peace.
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