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YOU ARE ENOUGH



Ignorance is protective. Because we know we will all die, Living is now a protest or an acceptance, like a waiting room where the minutes are in years. Like a dressing room for a grand performance. so we are preparing for a career, then a family then for retirement then...
The concept of time is the scam of mortality, if we have to spend all our time minding it as we do currently. The norms about how you should live, what you should value and what path to follow were all made by society, if it was an LOC that was chosen by social evolution to make these rules, the members must be all dead now, maybe they would have now recommended changes based on prevailing reality.
 The Society has prescribe these laws for it immortality but we won't live forever. We  are just  interruptions in the continuum of time, so ratify these values and choose your personal set.Everything is like everything else just until you decide to value one more.The power of money is in what it can buy and what those things mean depend on your values, not much more. So a hug can make you as happy as a hundred dollars, it all depends on what you value.

 Everything in life answers to what you call it. The sun can be your candle, your shack can be your white house. Get your power back, dont let the world drive you around making you feel the only important things are what in its shopping list.
 Diamonds don't exist untill you have seen or heard about them and the joy that owning one affords you, you can get from what is to you your diamond.You are enough just step out and live.

(c) Samson Abanni

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