If it's true that we only have one life, why do I fritter precious minutes and hours away on insignificant time wastes? I have a picture in my mind of who I am but she is far from what I actually am. I have a picture in my head of where I am going, but that is far from reality. To mesh the two I need to live in the present, in the moment, in the desires of my persona. I am intelligent but sorely misguided, I have energy that is under developed, imaginings that stay in the sub-conscious, ideas that are never fine-tuned, never given wings.
A hot day in July, where the grass is brittle and brown reminds me how much I miss lush, green life.
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