As the years pass, I’ve come to realize the “price” I must pay is abiding in acceptance—ceasing to obsess over conditions and machinations and allowing myself to viscerally appreciate whatever’s in front of me.
That’s why I was doing all that work in the first place. Now that I’ve figured out I can get there without the work, I think of it less as a “price” and more as a right.
Kent Wayne 
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