On Locked Chests

Not everything can fit in a single description.

Some things have no mold.

It’s not good or bad. It’s life. It’s existence.

Far better it is to live with open arms, uncategorizing minds, and loving hearts;

for not every heart is loving.

Most are bitter, jealous, and full of pride.

To find balance and perspective would free the envious anchors that weigh down love.

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