Oh how they scamper and run, chasing those little eggs. The prizes inside are immaterial to their joy – they want the chase, the arms full of accomplishment, the rush of spotting a new target.

We have joy long before we decide we need to attach things to it. Things that weigh the balloons down and drag our attention away from the impulse, the joyousness in our hearts.

Don’t rush to hatch, and don’t be eager to pluck the shells away from others. Let that joy incubate a little longer, and grab a little for yourself – armloads.

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