Today, I'm Busy...

Just A Guy On The Website

Why do we do this to ourselves? It's like a form of self-torture. Maybe each of us are somehow bound to perform this infliction on ourselves as a piece of a universal penance. To pay for losing the picture, for breaking the frame...for abusing the gift of time. What if
we
all
just
slowed

down?

sunsets. conversations. rainbows. appreciating the grace of a stone. seeing instead of looking. actually enjoying our food. actually enjoying our spouses/lovers/friends. actually enjoying LIFE.

??

Gotta run...