I am only as focused as my thoughts. Sometimes I get a little fuzzy around the edges. Sometimes I am a vaporous cloud blown by every curious wind. I think that perhaps my focus is cyclical, moving in and out of focus, an orbiting body whose gravity bends reality just enough to bring my thoughts into a burning pinpoint of fire. I do notice a little discipline goes a long way. Be it a physical, mental or spiritual one. We must build solid practices into our lives. Our life is our art, learn the beautiful patterns and create create create....
DysMysed
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