Think, Laugh, Cry
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THINK
At every hour of the day, something on me or near me is telling me what time it is. My wrist, my phone, the corner of the laptop, the microwave, the car. I am never more than a glance from knowing, down to the minute, down to the second if I want it. What I could not tell you so easily, not without going quiet for a while, and maybe going quiet for longer than I would like to admit, is which direction my life is actually pointed.
That gap is the thing I want you to think about.