Do you smell it? Can you see it? Can you hear it? Can you feel it? Is it love? Is it joy? Is it peace? Sometimes I believe it is not explainable. It’s not containable, and it’s not conveyable. I’m not sure you can just know when it’s there or when its gone, it doesnt just belong. It comes with time and is warm and kind. Your circumstances will change in the best or worst ways and it’s not always in the greatest of things but contentment is a gift that is searched for high and low, by young and old and is in truth a treasure untold…
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