“Given more time, she would have done it all.” – epitaph
She let her dreams become tainted by spinning the wheel of good reason. And what showed up said to hold back, to hesitate, to seek safety over risk. And then time ran out.
Every day the wheel spins. And every day, in some way, you find one more good reason to hold back, to fail to dare, to dampen your desires. And every day, the clock keeps ticking.
Who runs your life? You, or the wheel?
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