I had an absolutely wonderful day.
After attempting to put the day into words, I come out unsuccessful. One of the rare times where words don’t come close to giving the day justice.
Deon, Pizzie, and Joanie, thank you for today. It was amazing, full of love and joy, and I will remember it for the rest of my life. Its days like these, and people like you, that make my life beautiful. I love all of you so much! Please stay in my life forever.
(Deon, we need to take photos when we spent our mornings together so I don’t have to resort to old skype screenshots!)
I used to take pride in filling my calendar, an activity for every hour of every day. I’m busy and I love it, I’d claim. I was doing things I loved, I was living life to the fullest. I was whole, and I was happy.
But reality kicked in, of course that couldn’t last. Hardship pressed it’s way into my days, and the constant argument was heard. Time management. Why is it that we always blame ourselves for not having enough time?
We have to constantly choose between being successful, and being happy. Has humanity lost it’s soul so much that we fault ourselves for having the yearn to live?