Listlessly sitting back, watching people live their lives, knowing they are only standing around the edges, not really participating in most of it.
Living every moment of my own life, it's easy to tell how others are just barely living theirs.
What does it take to move others into circles of their everyday routines, and actually enjoy what they're doing.
Pleasant activities are the most fulfilling - usually.
For me everything has meanings, I delve into all of them whole-heartedly, not sacrificing any time, just being a part of life with all my heart and soul - not leaving out even a particle of it.
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