# Sleep on it, rest. Resist the urge, To scream, to shout, to get upset or anxious. There is no rush to be first, Just to be right. But be prepared to fight - Only the right battles. It's not a war. No, it's life: yours and mine, Everyone's. And it's precious; Not to be wasted on the petty or the false. So rest, Sleep on it. Tomorrow it will all become clear.
# I've not yet tried to recreate the thing I lost from my notes app. I don't know if that means I just wasn't really into it or that I'm letting it sit for a while. Perhaps it's really the former and I'm trying to convince myself of the latter.