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86,400


Everyday I get $86,400 deposited in my account, but am I wealthy?

In our fast and changing culture

Is there no longer the need,

Time with our friends

Time with the family

Time for ourselves

Balance

An even distribution.

The ability to remain upright.

Tilted rocks leaning on one another,

Or a single twig standing up all by itself.

Is success measured by what you do for yourself?

If so, I would spend the $86,400 I get daily to benefit myself



Is that the right way to approach life?

Simply doing things for myself

Is the right way to go

Making memories for my future

Through spending all I have and living every day to the fullest



Every chance I get I create something to remember

Unless I take each cent and create an impact,

I am not getting use of

The 86,400

By spending it all on myself.

I thought about wasting it

I know that the clock is ticking and I have a lot to do

60 seconds, 60 minutes, 24 hours, 1 day. 86,400 seconds


Perfect balance, like anything perfect, is an asymptote we can only strive toward.

Sometimes balance is broken and one needs to look at the situation from a new perspective.

Please read going upwards.

 
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Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda
<p>Powerful expression. Always let poetry fill your life. Keep expressing your heart. &nbsp;</p>

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