The answers were scattered across the floor

like Scrabble letters, making perfectly formed words;

just waiting to be found by the keen observer.

All it took was for a good look around;

without that, they were just plastic spikes

waiting for stupid feet to learn truths through pain.

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Today’s Daily Stoic poem:

Want Nothing = Have Everything

Put to use what you have in your hands
No one can have it all
It’s the wise man who understands
To keep that desire in control