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It is Friday and I am feeling the weight of a full week. as I linger here in bed, it is only a fleeting moment of rest. I will rise.
The upper floor beckoned. What was up there anyway. The doorway that lead to the staircase was ornate. The stairs covered in plush red carpet. I noted the sign, "no entrance." I knew I would ascend those stairs, warning or not. the surprised looks did nothing to bar my entrance. I knew immediately that I was right where I belonged.
There are walls everywhere, separating us from them keeping out the riff-raft, stopping the flow of communication. I want to break down every wall I encounter. Just bust it down. Not to hurt, belittle or persuade, just to connect the unconnected. Where there is a wall there is no way.
Blindness not seeing fully, is a choice by some. When things around us don't feel comfortable or right, we may choose not to see it This is of course, a form of denial and not at all healthy. But it may also be a form of survival.
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