Running out of Space

After one look at this planet any visitor from outer space would say “I want to see the manager.” Honey, if you need any more space, you have to join NASA. I must admit it. Maybe I’m a piece of history after all; occupying a space in your mind.

The only thing that scares me more than space aliens is the idea that there aren’t any space aliens. We can’t be the best that creation has to offer. I pray we’re not all there is. If so, we’re are in big trouble.

Whenever I see someone running faster than me, it’s safe to assume they aren’t going as far. Our inner space and peace of mind are attracted by our outer space. Only the wicked run when they are not being pursued.

I have deleted everything on my phone. My memes, my family, and my soul. I have nothing left to delete, yet my device still says my storage is almost full. What’s in there? My dreams, goals, and ambitions? Hopefully it’s just regrets.

Digital for storage and quickness, Analog for fatness and warmth. Clutter is anything they doesn’t belong in a space – whether because it belongs elsewhere in your home, or it doesn’t belong in your home any longer. Get rid of those clothes, you’re never going to wear them.

Remember that 99% of the time what people are going through has NOTHING to do with you. Take a step back and allow them their space. Don’t try to make it about yourself. Stay quiet. Language is a virus from outer space. I love the way the earth rotates in space.

It really makes my day

©️ Gottfried. All rights reserved

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54 thoughts on “Running out of Space

  1. Only the wicked run … here they sit in government parlours which are somewhere in spaces yet to be discovered. I think they are in space protection programmes.
    We are all there is. All that other colourful and potentially dangerous stuff out there is all God’s decor. Let’s hope he doesn’t have a Pisces moment and want to move the furniture about. I think Revelation suggests that He may well be due a decorating spell.
    I am sensing a general loss of lustre dear lad. My sympathies. I take medication for all that. My doctor recently doubled dosages. I don’t think it’s helping. It just costs more. I could be depressed for free, I keep telling myself, but unattended depression leads to dementia. Don’t want that. Language is a virus from space. Like that too. Grammarly keeps sending me reports as if I asked them to. I always feel like – either 46% of their users are French or Mexican or they don’t have many users. Users I normally associate with addicts.
    I love you as ever. Smile and wave. The only instruction Revelation makes clear is Endure. To the end. I trust we will be here writing and commenting away while angels blow trumpets, empty bowls and lift seals. He loves us and endure we must. Don’t die. Please. That would be unacceptable. Best blessings.

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    1. In truth as regards government officials, it does appear like karma doesn’t exist.

      The big man is due some redecorating so we’ll wait and see. Talk so someone about the doctor fleecing you. We need you alive and kicking. Love always 🥰

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