Well Lived

 In Permanence of Wings

Written by: Leni Sosa


There’s no magic pill. There’s no wonder cure. There’s no liquid breakfast or amount of transcendental meditation or mindfulness. There’s no hike long enough or berry-filled oatmeal bowl big enough.

The clock goes in one direction. Or, at least, that’s what we have to contend with until we can surf wormholes.

Their teeth must be loose because you can feel great at any age, but time always tells the truth.

There’s no amount of botox or anti- free-radical fighting vitamin C. You can slather all the sunscreen you want. There’s no boob lift or brazillian butt lift that can get you there.

You can wish for it, pray for it, try to manifest it with your supreme will.





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