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Creatures of Habit…

We cannot escape the patterns of life. Our existence is forever sentenced to a term of habit as constant as a heartbeat.

Even for those who claim to live unpredictably, all are bound to the most basic of needs: to eat, sleep, and breathe. Any major disruption to this fundamental routine is generally the result of serious medical ailment, the sort of health risk that brings us on the brink of our own survival. But what can be even more disturbing to life’s custom is watching such interruption occur to someone we hold dear.

The helpless feeling of seeing a person who stood as the rock for our own upbringing in such a state of disrupted custom. When they cannot eat, sleep is not restful, and breathing is labored.

In those moments the simplicity of habit was never more desired.


140 words of your time… ~psd

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