Serenity Prayer

James Bowden

I am of very little faith: have faith.
I feel too in control, and thus am bored: yet this is but evidence that I am out of control,
that life’s flow is out of my hands.
My work makes me feel tired and miserable: toil because you must, but do not work.
I yearn for that which I do not have, and cannot have: look around you, and embrace the
empty space you perceive. Therein all lies.
I find myself contemptuous, the more familiar I become: this is but a pattern, and there are always
exceptions. In truth, we live for exceptions.
Pasadena is hot as balls.
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Sit in the rain. Feel the tears you cannot yourself render.