You Can’t Stand Still

You have to keep moving. Otherwise, you get comfortable. You start to think about how good this is; this place, this job, this stuff.

No, you have to keep leaving, and finding yourself anew. You find yourself in the journey. You find yourself in motion. You get to know yourself in transit.

Sometimes you stop to change trains, to switch buses. But we can’t make the station our home. We have to keep setting off, to keep moving on.

You can’t stand still. Or you’ll just never know…


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