I don't like beds. Nor mattresses. I like sleeping on the bare floor. The cold tiles underneath my body has a way of jolting me back to reality.
Just as any step in life, there's a ground level. The beginning. The cradle. Where it all started. The runway your dream taxied on before taking flight. As some airplane descends to the ground either to re-fuel or get more passengers to continue to a particular destination, so are our dreams and visions.
Often we get carried away by the actualisation of our hopes that we forget what propelled us to dream in the first place. We feel invincible, powerful beyond measures, six figures and counting..we have arrived.
Your ground level more might be giving back to the society. Mine could be seeing a relative through college. Not just throwing wads of cash at people. Your time is of most value here. I refuse to get caught up in the rat race , chasing the wind et all. There's is a ground level for everyone , Find yours.
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