it just comes and comes and comes and.....
The reason for all regrets, in simple terms, is the mere fact that we are all in a big rush.
A rush to find that raw sense of happiness that we so desire. We want to find it now, and in the rushed search we hardly recognize the fact that we're passing this dwelled on sense all along. We indulge on the false feeling of happiness we find so quickly, thriving on the unspent time we now hold.
Patience, it now seems, is the key in finding what we want so badly. It's a word uncomfortable to the ears and body as a whole, but it might be just the thing this society needs.
A rush to find that raw sense of happiness that we so desire. We want to find it now, and in the rushed search we hardly recognize the fact that we're passing this dwelled on sense all along. We indulge on the false feeling of happiness we find so quickly, thriving on the unspent time we now hold.
Patience, it now seems, is the key in finding what we want so badly. It's a word uncomfortable to the ears and body as a whole, but it might be just the thing this society needs.