A Love Letter
...to myself...
You’re tired, exhausted, spent and needing time away from everyone, from everything now clinging to your sense of obligation, responsibility, duty and determination to do the right thing for love of family, of community, of country, and perhaps secretly, for the love of power, prestige and property. I don’t think it’s your fault. What has pushed you to the precipice of burnout is the fear of falling behind, and the obvious wear and tear of all those precious years spent racing around foolishly. But that’s no longer possible. The truth of your life has caught up to you.
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