The World Has Room
I get up an hour or three early.
So I can paint or write before work.
I cannot do that many will say.
They have no concept that these couple of hours
Make my 35 minute commute palatable.
Without these stolen hours of pure fun
I probably could not do my job.
If you ever find yourself unhappy, sad, or unfulfilled
Try two hours of pure joy in the early morning.
If you do not do anything else for yourself, do this.
Try it once.
Maybe twice.
If your hobby does not delight your soul
and last the whole day
It means one thing
You have not found your bliss.
Please keep looking.
The world has room for lots of happy.
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