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Begin looking.

Who knows, it might even be the activity of cooking.

whatever it may be,

make sure it is something that makes you happy.

For me it is being close to a force that can destroy anything in its path.

An aquatic place that can cut stress in half.

Nothing matters when I am there in the present.

There is no such thing as remorse or resent.

As the current drifts me further away,

all of my worries and doubts begin to fade.

They fade into the abyss and vanish in the blue.

It works for everyone alike, no different than me or you.

If you struggle finding what you are looking for,

it might be exactly what you need every day forth.

whatever it is you discover, 

make sure it defines you and you'll never have a need to hide under the covers.

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TamingOfSeaWolves
<p>beutifully real, because despite what others think, real IS beutiful.&nbsp;</p>

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