In the morning I try to reconcile the worries of yesterday, today and tomorrow. My grip is weakening. I pray to God for favors - release my unrealistic expectations. From the foggy experience - clarity, the light of dawn, A voice, vision, thought, from The One: “I did this, you didn't and can't. Then peace arrives the sun rises again, I breathe, feel my body come alive, the heaviness lifts. I live here and I needn't be the caretaker of the world. Remember to be thankful son, brother, husband, father and friend.
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