At last,two weeks of respite. It's been a long time coming, and it will go so fast. I laid in bed til 9 this morning, decadence for me. Perhaps all this free time is detrimental-I can't seem to turn my mind off and just be.
Why are we not satisfied for more than a minute at any given time? Happiness, contentment, fleeting at best. When I am alone, I desire the company of others. When I am with them, I long for a retreat to my solitary place.
I wonder at the madness in the world, perpetrated by humans upon each other. Sometimes it's clearly evil, and at others, the perpetrator is a victim too. Where is the sense of it? How do we then plan? It's folly to think we are immune.
And still we try.
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