In my pursuit to live
each day, I have cosseted stress too much not getting the picture that longevity
is not for everyone. “Life is short”,
it would seem has lost its essence as a reminder to take life at a slow speed–it
is now but a clichéd catchphrase, that is, not easy on the ear.
My utmost desire in
this day and age–when relentless pressure and vacillation persist and exist
with us–is to worry less and be unselfish. Why push myself beyond the limit
when it only brings me to my grave empty handed and naked?
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