I saunter soft through roiled hues
On airy breezes turned askew,
To dance amidst the quiet din,
In flailing dizzy whirling spins!
(R Weisser 2013)
Sometimes you just have to step back and take a breath.
It seems that lately the days have spun by leaving little time for rest. Even sleep is often interrupted by the demands and dilemmas of making a living.
I don’t know if it’s just me or if it is society in general, but things just feel a lot more complicated these days.
It’s even hard to make plan for tomorrows, as each day generates new twists and turns that throw even the best of preparation askew.
Years ago, I always had time for me. Now I don’t even have time to eat!
Life is finite and fleeting.
Often we don’t realize that until it is too late.
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