Queues of our lives Are not moving, We are standing in them, We are groaning and we are foaming. We are getting mad, We are getting dead, We are suddenly getting happy, We are waiting to meet a yeti, Or to write some spectacular book, And be off the hook.
We know that the life is short, but still we imagine it like an eternity. And so any problem we have become in our mind an eternal problem. Even if it's just a pending dentist appointment.