Why do we keep things?
Like birthday cards, photos, trinkets
In hopes, one day, we’d have time to reminisce
Once we’re not as busy
Is there such a time
Rushing and working, just to end up burnt out
When do we ever have the time?
So don’t wait
Make the time
Sit down
Read an old letter
Let those memories fill yiou
With the life that is yours
Work is not life
Social media is not life
Money is not life
Power is not life
Love is not life
You are life
Norma Rrae 
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