How can it be so hard to live a simple life, to have a quiet mind? But who has ever found a peaceful enterprise, those things which blessed are?
Wealth not labored for Rich home and warm hearth Carefree sober nights Wise simplicity
And yet it’s so damn hard to live a simple life. I have not quiet mind nor peaceful enterprise. And in this subtle way, we honor every man and each one yet to come.
Maybe its only clear looking back at a life once lived. No grace seen firsthand, but lingering on. Maybe these moments all collect to form meaning. Like stones in a bridge, like voices in choir.
Maybe it's all a lie.
Wealth not labored for Rich home and warm hearth Careless sober nights Wise simplicity Not fearing your last day Not urging it on