Miscomfort

Following roads paved for us by others is like riding a bike with training wheels through life.. We have surrendered because it is what we know. Comforted by the familiar. We rob ourselves, and those around us of knowing real peace. Condemning new blood to corruption.

Be it tricycle or be it car, always trying to convince us we need better and faster than ourselves. Maybe if we realized the strength in our greatness..

Then one day man would run, without the need of rest. Swim, without the need of air & fly, without a need for passport.

χLaila Leone

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