Complicated made beyond measure it seems. Rushing past at an ever accelerating rate. Busy, speed, pressure, strain, stress. Bills to pay, always someone else to complain about, always something to.
Is this the real deal or what you are sold to believe? Sold to remain in prison over?
Life: In the moment supposed to be. Precious each tic of the clock, each sunrise and set. Simply present in the moment, quite inside, taking stock and reflection as opportunity presents.
The Freewill and your choice to decide, regardless of situation, free you are.
Life doesn’t need to be fancy, just quiet and in tune. Present, in every tic, try to be.
This is all, all life should be.