I’ve lost all my possessions a few times.
Each time, it was worth it.
I didn’t need them as much as I needed my freedom and a better quality of life.
Somewhere along the way, I adopted that thought process.
When something is lost or broken, I let it go — it once held home with me and served its purpose.
There’s deep peace for me in the truth that we take nothing from this world when we die.
The journey doesn’t require anything but soul.
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you gain some, you lose some. luv ur writings
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