She sat by the window as if gazing into the sun, but her mind was blind folded by her problems. The pressure of being under pressure consumed her in a trans of sadness the interpretation of her misery. Jane. If only you looked out the window and not gazed in the sun to burn your thoughts of misery. Instead, gaze into the beauty that is reflected in creation. Look at yourself in the mirror - but remember a mirror is an exact image of the light you view yourself. Jane, don't sweat blood. Don't exhaust yourself on minor issues. Remove that blockade, that sentimental belief of reigning lack and poverty. Refuse to see a mountain in the ant hill Jane. Let what you are gazing at be what you are gazing at, not what you are lost in. Rise Jane rise. I know you are not a figment of an unrealistic thought - you are the reality of someone's life but only a character in my mind.
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