fortunecookiethoughts

[fortunecookiethoughts]

Time is a wheel that never stops, never falters. The rhythmic movement is continuous. It has the foundation to become redundant. I’m not even remotely who I was a year ago today. Still time spun around a spindle and at my core she, that past version of me exists. My threads are made of fibers bound by love, hate, and faith. Perhaps the question isn’t how we stop the wheel but rather how we can savor every rotation.

[fortunecookiethoughts]

If you look for substance in something, you'll always find nothing. True adventurers seek the moment without a proposition for the thrill. The seeker's highest enlightenment can be found in the adventurer's process.