Chaotic workday— a scuffle with friends, Five o’clock traffic— the stress never ends, Pressure to do well— fearing failure, too, Stuck in a pattern— afraid of what’s new, Plan for retirement— look forward to rest, Where children once played— is now empty nest, Dating disasters— a marriage from hell, Lack of investments— there’s nothing to sell, No regrets linger— My head’s not for rent, All of these moments— are evanescent, March forward, full steam— toward what is unseen, Faith is eternal— I’m living the dream.
In the name of God, stop a moment, cease your work, look around you. -Leo Tolstoy
To me a lush carpet of pine needles or spongy grass is more welcome than the most luxurious Persian rug. Helen Keller
Isn’t it funny how day by day nothing changes, but when you look back everything is different?