I have tried everything.

Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t (which probably means that it doesn’t really work).

The meditation.

The journaling.

The hoping.

The praying.

The fighting.

The begging.

The working my ass off.

The sitting on my hands.

The grinding.

The waiting.

The doing, and the non-doing.



And why?

Mostly, probably, because I thought I had to.

It’s my responsibility to make it work.

Life, my life, love, success, moving up.

The story.

I had to do SOMETHING, even if that was nothing.

I have tried.

And I probably will keep trying.

Over and over again.

A little bit, or a lot.

It’s what we do.

We always DO.

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