Quality vs Quantity

 But I’ll guard the quiet moments, that keep us think deeply; the goal we try to achieve, the truth underneath.

Quality or quantity, 

which one sets us free?
Echoes fill the hallway or voices that run deep.
Do we trade the characters for the compromises, 

or the meaning for the spree?
Quality or quantity —

what’s the currency for you and me?
A single voice that knows-

 the weight of truth,
A tender art that grows with time and practice.
Versus crowded rooms,

where surface rules the day,
Where every moment’s counted,

then transcendental change happens.

We build a bridge of stories,

threaded by careful thoughts and ideas,
Or expand numerous gaps,

that create silos instead.
One beam of light in -

the window guiding us forward,
Or loud noises that inundate when we roam.

Sometimes we need the numbers to survive,
To feed the furnace, 

keep the  tasks counted.
But when the ledger’s full,

and issues not being solved,
We learn the sum of moments isn’t just a matter of time.

I’ll take the slow coffee,

 the paper on the shelf,
The hidden clue could get things classified
Not every seed must scatter to the landscapes,
Some roots run deep,

and teach the branches how to grow stronger.

So measure by the insight, 

not the crowd that marches by,
Choose the ember that can warm you,

when the nights turn to be chilly outside.
Quality or quantity —

both have place to be.
But I’ll guard the quiet moments,

that keep us think deeply -

the goal we try to achieve,

the truth underneath.

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