Taking a stroll

Things don't always go as they should. But that's just life, since when does everything or when can everything fall into place in perfect sequence, in perfect harmony? Even if supposed harmony there are compromises and forgiveness of mistakes, wrongs, imperfections.

Life will be great if we could just sit around all day talking, chatting leisurely in a small cafe with a big teacup in our hands dwarfed by it sipping tea, munching on bite-sized cookies. That'll be my cafe.

Sometimes working just take your mind off everything you worry about, everything you don't want to think about. And the tiredness that comes after working, the tiredness that knocks you out after work, further shuts off everything else for you, allowing you peaceful, deep sleep.

Sleep on.