Call them ramblings, call them poems,
call them whatever you will.

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~ Saturday, October 16 ~
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Anchor.

There are too many complications in success, to try and spend your life writing a formula for it. It only takes a few moments in your head to realise that anything worth living for can’t be put in a box; can’t be defined in ‘25 words or less’. That actions, and motives, are not black and white, cut, cleared and delivered in brown paper.

I’ve realised the closest I will ever get to the answer, or the solution, is to know my destination. To remember with whom and to what I am anchored.

For when I know my motivation, all else is secondary.