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Efficiency runs on Burnout

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  Efficiency runs on Burnout The biggest misconception isn’t the pursuit of paradise; it’s the belief that constant convenience and perfect order come without pain.  When you push through exhaustion in silence,   When you distance yourself emotionally,   When the lonely effort of performing is celebrated,   Beware of the trap of striving for efficiency every single day Be Creative and Innovative with Knowledge John Bennett - AKA JJFBbennett , is an independent artist. You can view and subscribe to my work via  Blogger , YouTube , Flicker , Facebook , Instagram and Deviant Art .  Subscribe to JJFBbennett's private FB hub:  https://www.facebook.com/share/g/18ythpSXPZ/ You can subscribe to my music via  YouTube Music , Spotify , iTunes, Apple Music and Soundcloud To support my art, feel free to donate via JJFBbennett through PayPal    If you want to acquire JJFB's art creations as an NFT - John's Opensea NFT pro...
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Away from the maddening crowd

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Have you ever been to Bali?
Have you visited the hills of Ubud?
Have you stayed in Penestanan?
Try it you may like it.



Get away from the tourist industry, that spikes your adrenaline
and roadblocks your inner mind.


Get away from the maddening crowds.
Stay in a family home-stay.
Where rest and relaxation is premium,
Where it is so peaceful,
Where it is still and quiet,


With tropical gardens,
Statues of gods,
Little moats and personalised bridges.
All mannered by human touch.
Waiting and whispering to your senses.
Perfumed sounds of cultural resonance.
A sentiment in time and place.




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