Thristina Woodhams
Existence is such a finicky beast. Some days you feel like you are on top of the World the next you feel like things couldn’t get any worse. Why is it that we have to work for the things we want to enjoy yet there seems not to be enough time to enjoy the very things we work for? As the days go by and as my age becomes more evident. I realize that maybe the nomads of the world have the right idea. Maybe you don’t need a big house, a big car, flashy clothes, and expensive schools to really have what really means everything. I hate to admit it but I never thought all that Jazz would make me happy anyway. The truth is I crave silence, peace, and my husband’s attention. I’m not the kind of peace that you get from Yoga with fainting goats. I mean like true peace, like inner peace, peace of the mind. True peace from the noise of the rush from ambitious thoughts of the non-self-starter immersed in their own social media existence.
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