Poems – Waiting.
We spend so much time waiting for perfect.
The perfect time to start. The perfect opportunity. The perfect conditions.
In the end, all that waiting forces us to pass up on real progress. We miss out as time ticks by.
We miss out on opportunities that exist in the here and now, the ones that we overlooked while we were standing by hoping and wishing.
We can search in vain for all the right moments, but the right moment will find someone else who is brave enough to make it their own.
musings at random. 
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Thanks, brother! That’s the goal 😊
Beautiful, my friend!! Plain, simple, and deep.
I do appreciate the kind words, my friend. I hope you’re well!