The flag at the finish line is so close I can see it ripple in the breeze. I just need to zip, zap, and zag to get there. OK, well to “zip” I first need to zoop, swoop, and zam. Every step I take closer it slips far far away in the distance. I look up and my sight is filled with miles and miles of MUD in between me and where I want to be. How did I get here?
I turn so many things into mud. I make mud when I turn moments, connections, and the present into “gotta get THIS out of the way to get to THAT”. I churn up even more mud when I yell “Get out of the way, mud, get out of the way!”. I’ve lost in YEARS in the mud.
What do you know about mud?
I know this guy is onto something:
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