One day.
A week's stress.
Over, finally.
I don't know what the future will bring, but somehow I have to live with the present whilst letting it go. For clinging like a child to the present is of no more use than clinging desperately to the past.
Why must we hold on at all? Time is what life is made of, and for some reason we don't want to let it come as it will. Instead, werush, we stall, we reach back. Life will come and it will go, and all the while we may be looking the other way.
Why?
I focus on goals, but do not focus too intently to see what is along the way. I live life as it comes, I try to find something positive in every day.
When it comes down to it, you may as well enjoy yourself-- who are you hurting by being unhappy?
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