Too much is happening
That life makes you frown,
You feel like walking on the eggshells,
and soon you will drown.
Then, my friend, stop!
And wait without rushing
Because better days are coming.
It may take a little long,
It may seem to falter along,
But, that’s what life is all,
A fallen seed among the thorns.
The Sun will fall and rise again,
You will thrive in site of the pain.
So dont’t get scared with all the buzzing
Beacuse better days are coming.
We suffer more often in imagination than in reality.
– Seneca the younger
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