This Is Life…

I can’t wait to go to bed at night. The world is quite exhausting. ~Annie Lennox, British songbird

Oh, Annie, I couldn’t agree more.

Often, I pause, in the midst, and look at the throng of humanity that encircles me — this ever bustling collective that I’m a member of.

Scurrying to and fro, to and fro in a flurry of motion. We’re always in a hurry to get somewhere, anywhere, nowhere.

This Is Life

And I cannot wait to be unstirred and enveloped in a soundless void, me, myself, and I where I blissfully E-X-H-A-L-E into the whispering hush of twilight.

This Is Life

And dream a childish dream of lying in a cheerful field of daisies, all eagerly stretching their petals up, up, up to touch the fabric of the soft, blue sky.

This Is Life

And for the briefest intermission I’m not fiery, I’m not discontent, I’m not “blue.” I’m nothing.

And I enjoy this respite before I must crawl back into the light of another dawn with its frenzied to and fro; its infinite grind up the cliffs of life; its unbroken demands for my attention; and its outcries of woe, woe, woe.

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3 thoughts on “This Is Life…”

  1. My stillness comes when I lay me down to sleep, turn out the lights and my upstairs neighbor goes to to sleep and stop tramping across her floor. I anxiously look forward to be lost in my dreams and somewhat very sad when I awake and realized they are just dreams. So I go to and fro doing the same things that I did the day before because I know relief would come when I turn out the lights, go to sleep and pray that God will let my upstairs neighbor be quiet tonight.


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