Live

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I played that game again today amongst the bookshelves. I got the feeling this could be regular. So I asked, “If I were to leave the world with any advice what would it be?”

Today’s answer was “Live”.

“Come on,” I thought “Another one-word answer.”

And as I sat it expanded. When are we not living? When we are stuck in the past or perhaps even in the future. When we haven’t forgiven. When we are so preoccupied.

To live is to be as alive as our breath, fresh each moment.

Right now I am stuck with trying to get what was agreed with another. They have their excuses and emotionally it is so annoying me. If I live I instantly become unstuck. I so want to live.

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Speaks with a Northern Irish accent, lives in Hertfordshire, England.

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Gordie Jackson

Gordie Jackson

Speaks with a Northern Irish accent, lives in Hertfordshire, England.

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