And the days went by, and the nights, without desire, without ennui. All still and soft and uncrying, yet alive as rooted sea-weed is alive. The islander said to himself, "Is this happiness?" He said to himself, "I am turned into a dream. I feel nothing, or I don't know what I feel. Yet it seems to me I am happy."
- D. H. Lawrence, from The Man Who Loved Islands
I know this way of living is dangerous. I know it's not good. But I just can't stop.
Dear God, please open my eyes and ears; give me a bigger, loving heart. Help me not to isolate myself but to explore, dream, and discover. Help me to be infinitely free.
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