When I am not

I do not have to be strong when I am not

I do not have to be intelligent when I am not

I do not have to be wealthy when I am not

I do not have to be working when I am not

I do not have to be sleeping when I am not

I do not have to be mystic when I am not

I do not have to be healthy when I am not

I do not have to be young when I am not

I do not have to be popular when I am not

I do not have to be iconic when I am not

I do not have to be respectable when I am not

I do not have to be awake when I am not

I do not have to be comfortable when I am not

I do not have to be confident when I am not

I do not have to be earning when I am not

I do not have to be winning when I am not

....

I m at a mental barrier. I cannot decide to do or not do. Replace a fan for its dimmer switch whining sound. Intellect is incurable.

Why so many words when they mean all is same and mean same - divine that is expressed only with silence and absence - mine

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