I wish sometimes i can sit in peace just a little while longer without having to worry that time was passing and i needed to be somewhere or do something next.
Man say "Time is gold" and the same man say, "Money can't buy happiness". A dichotomy.
Humanity has constantly self-sabotaged itself. It is so senseless sometimes... this way that we live. Day in day out.. same old routine.. isn't there a better way to live? Like programmed machines we go through the motions daily. Sitting in our office and wondering how nice it would be to be sitting by the beach. Suppressing .. limiting.. sabotaging..hurrying. Where? Why?
Why does it feel so sad and meaningless? Is this all that we have to live by? Why does it feel like we are missing out on something? Did we come here to do something and ended up doing something else? Will we find ourselves in this lifetime?
