Photo by: Leigh Hadfield
For centuries we've searched for a city composed of solid gold; but "that's just an old legend" they tell us
Things get better, it just takes significant time and the proper healing
Travel to the loneliest corners of the earth, and you may find just what you're after
Buried deep within the jungle of your mind; rests a city untouched by any form of biological clock
Time has protected this city of gold; and sustained it through enlightenment and prayer
In spite of this; people don't believe there really is a cure for loneliness
On certain days, our homage to those before us is our greatest price
Yet, we choose to ignore those which stand before us
Do not become the subject of conformity; instead, reach into the deepest caverns of your blindspot
If you have what it takes; you will not fail
Many have failed to reach the summit, but that just means that haven't searched hard enough
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Note from the owner:
I haven't written a proper blog post in about a week, but there will definitely be something new on Monday (May 24, 2021).