An existence gilded by tiny charms. Floating in the aether of periphry. Closed eyes as an inventory. Thousands of evening by candlelight transmuting peace into happiness. Even emptied aortic chambers still house trickle-channels of gratitude. A day's edges washed cleanly with catecholamines and serotonin. A signaling voice is muted when the philosophy is internalized. Most days, I think I'm just a lucky dummy who lucked into good decisions. But then, every day paragons remind that the guidance of happiness is a choice and an effort.
3:16 p.m. - 2022-11-25
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