Jun 2014
Today marks another day that I woke up.
One more day I was able to smell the scent of fresh cut grass and early June.
Where I was able to feel the gentle friction from these cotton sheets.
See the sun glistening through my blinds.
Listen to the birds sing and my ceiling-fan hum a tune while all the air brushes down upon me in patterned strokes.
Today marks another day where I am able to make sense of things.
Like the bold taste of coffee,
and a well-timed cigarette.
One more day I was able to smell the scent of fresh cut grass and early June.
Where I was able to feel the gentle friction from these cotton sheets.
See the sun glistening through my blinds.
Listen to the birds sing and my ceiling-fan hum a tune while all the air brushes down upon me in patterned strokes.
Today marks another day where I am able to make sense of things.
Like the bold taste of coffee,
and a well-timed cigarette.
I often hear of people being stressed out;
Being so caught-up in this day-to-day "rat-race" we call life that they "can't find the time" to do what they love.
And every time I think about this, I find myself left with the same questions:
Is this really what "life" is all about?
How are we supposed to LIVE and BE FREE if we can't find a way to take a breather every once-and-a-while?
To escape off into our heads or into our passions?
What is a life if you don't know expression?
Why have a voice if you never bother to speak?
If you feel something-
If you love it.
Then let it move you even in the most simplistic of ways.
Find time to stop and realize that this life is a gift.
No one asks to be born and no one wants to be taken away.
We need to appreciate every day and everything we have.
We'll never know when we could literally lose it all.
Being so caught-up in this day-to-day "rat-race" we call life that they "can't find the time" to do what they love.
And every time I think about this, I find myself left with the same questions:
Is this really what "life" is all about?
How are we supposed to LIVE and BE FREE if we can't find a way to take a breather every once-and-a-while?
To escape off into our heads or into our passions?
What is a life if you don't know expression?
Why have a voice if you never bother to speak?
If you feel something-
If you love it.
Then let it move you even in the most simplistic of ways.
Find time to stop and realize that this life is a gift.
No one asks to be born and no one wants to be taken away.
We need to appreciate every day and everything we have.
We'll never know when we could literally lose it all.
