Blue Morning

Maybe there is another way. Maybe it’s not too late to start over. Every day, a new beginning, another chance, a new opportunity. A new life to be lived. To feel again, taste again, to remember. Forget this gnawing guilt. Living only for myself, not for others. Not like I used to. No masters, no teachers, no gurus. There are no gurus but yourself. Trust your intuition. Refuse to be defined by others.

Taste freedom. Fly high and let the wind carry me.
Without fear.
Because fear is not real.
Fear is an illusion
Fear is a liar

This was not judgment day – only morning.
Morning: excellent and fair

William Styron

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