window-view-1081788_640Wanting looks like knowledge linked opportunely with desire. Life is presencing itself moment by moment. Infinite possibilities powerfully live to lend our attention at any moment. Lasting potential exists in each. Any direction I patiently lend my attention to automatically looses the ability to see unrelated directions and choices. Terrific impetus in one direction obscures others.

As I write about life for me, I want to wonderfully open a window to what others like me wait in silence to express. Each is desperate to talk. Loving inspiration satisfies me, and i choose directions ànd opportunities to want more for others, patiently giving myself to this case. i could be about me and what i get out of life, only that quietly says i am really ignoring the suffering they experience. Each day, i choose not to do that.

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