if i were an animal

its temporary.

these feelings, problems and post. just like childhood, it was there then it was gone. like a novel or film, there was a time for it. it was spot-on, the moment was there, then it was gone. the things that come in its place are also temporary. the moments of boredom, planning and persistence. the times saving for those moments. the friends were also not so consistent. they were there, a real event and real people that we can remember….

resentment of things that we did not do. its rarely the things we have. the gaps, the holes and the mistakes are the ones that stand-out. such a life we have lived, but it could have been so much more. to be happy, to whistle in between the work we have, counting all the things that have truly made us lucky enough to be alive. this is the one, this is the way.

it takes effort to keep it all together. wash our faces, sweep the grounds, brush the teeth, play your part and keep your head down. show up, get the job done, impress some but not all. spend or it all evaporate but save as tomorrow will also need your attention. take chance, risk but measured. regret nothing but look back to marvel at the wonder of it all and to count yourself lucky or to remind yourself of the things you have today.

the savings will go, our parents will die and the lights will burn out at the end.