I feel a frantic scurry to ‘do it now’, but what ‘it’ is, I still don’t know. I know that every passing day is one more lost in my life, one closer to my death. I’m sure I’m not alone in feeling the panic, when nothing all that interesting is happening in my life, and it seems it’s been that way for far too long.
In retrospect, so much has happened. Why do I find it so difficult to enjoy the moment I’m in? When it comes down to it, I can think of many blessing in my life, but my days are still clouded with what seem to be the curses. I know it will end, and the happy days will be here, it’s just a waiting game. At times like this, there seems to be nothing I can do to speed the process. Just wait. Let go.