Are we really this lost, or are we just that blind?
Do you have yet to see the solution at the tip of your nose — in between your own eyes?
In the moments of fear, doubt, anger, and despair...
Days you wish to fast forward altogether...
The portions of time you equate to drowning...
You, my dear, do not see what you are doing in the midst of fighting for your breath.
Within the drown, you are learning to row.
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