Rambling before work
Busy busy busy... That seems to define the world. Always something to do, somewhere to go, a point to be proven, a goal to achieve. I wonder where all the time has gone? Can we schedule time to be?
I even have to rush to finish these thoughts. I struggle to make time for time to be spent, but it keeps failing to succeed.
How do we function like this? How do we grow?
Break times must be planned like work. This isn't right. Spontaneous opportunity to connect is needed, but epiphany does not visit when your schedule allows.
Grumble I say, grumble.
I even have to rush to finish these thoughts. I struggle to make time for time to be spent, but it keeps failing to succeed.
How do we function like this? How do we grow?
Break times must be planned like work. This isn't right. Spontaneous opportunity to connect is needed, but epiphany does not visit when your schedule allows.
Grumble I say, grumble.