Persistent search for constant progress
Or ceaseless attempts for endless money
Would leave you in a state of emptiness
With no time and space to bask in glory.
Set a goat not far and sail towards it.
Fix a task not huge and work towards it.
Don't over identify your mindfulness.
Doing things till exhaustion is futile.
16.03.2020
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