The Metronome

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Anxiety. Fear. Self-confidence. Envy.
Friends moving further up the food chain. I have unconsciously chosen not to climb, but still look at the titles with envy.
Scared to live a Spiritual life. Where that may lead me. What it will look like. What “they” might say.
With a small, dim flashlight, I search the ground for the missing pieces. Flickering. Battery low.
The metronome. Urgency.
Tools of isolation. Tools of liberation.
It is time to open.
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