Leaving the house only to come back is so relieving. So thankful. It’s the simple things that make us calm. Comforting. A bag of potatoes, an eggplant, for a homemade soup tomorrow before my run. So when I come home, there’s a hot plate of life to feed me. I cannot think of any other place I’d rather be. Our enemies exist within us, just as our heroes do.
I don’t belong to myself. Just a bodily rental from a higher power. So usually when there are usually life-shattering problems on my door step, I step over them and keep walking. Sometimes, there’s not much we can do. We can only ignore for so long. Then, become humble.