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so i was running today, when i came to this point in the woods, where there was an open field and the sun was shinning so bright that it made the snow appear to be a frosty-blue color.
it was beautiful.
i stood there for a bit, taking in everything around me and the aesthetics involved.
and then i realized that i had to be back in twenty-five minutes for a meeting...
i am so freaking busy and involved and whatever and it is great and all but it drives me crazy sometimes. i love getting to know people and hang out with them and whatnot through clubs and all that, however, some of the best times i have had thus far have been those nights hanging out on the couch with some of the closest friends, talking about anything and everything. or going to shows and then heading to some restaurant like theio's or wendy's afterward. and then there were//are those days, of hanging out and walking around and doing absolutely nothing, but it felt//feels like everything in the world.
why must the busy life be so consuming?
why do we allow ourselves to become so consumed by it, in the united states?
it was beautiful.
i stood there for a bit, taking in everything around me and the aesthetics involved.
and then i realized that i had to be back in twenty-five minutes for a meeting...
i am so freaking busy and involved and whatever and it is great and all but it drives me crazy sometimes. i love getting to know people and hang out with them and whatnot through clubs and all that, however, some of the best times i have had thus far have been those nights hanging out on the couch with some of the closest friends, talking about anything and everything. or going to shows and then heading to some restaurant like theio's or wendy's afterward. and then there were//are those days, of hanging out and walking around and doing absolutely nothing, but it felt//feels like everything in the world.
why must the busy life be so consuming?
why do we allow ourselves to become so consumed by it, in the united states?