Why do you sit when there are a million things to do? Why do you sit when you could check things off a list? Read a book? Watch TV? Learn fiddle? Go online?
Why do you wake when the alarm goes off? Why do you hop in the shower? Why do you go to work? Why, when there is so much to do, do you instead do these things?
Why pause in gratitude before a meal?
Why breathe before entering your home?
Why greet the morning sun with a smile?
With the infinite possibilities, you do these things. With all the limitless potential and grand schemes, you do these small things. Why?
When at peace, why do you sit? Why do you sit when at peace?
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