Breathe
Writing is an old passion. Why have I turned away from it so many times.Why do we stop doing the things we love doing. We get so caught up in our lives-jobs, travelling, meetings etc -its non-stop. I need a time out -Breathe and sieze the moment. If this is what life is all about shouldn't we all be dead now? Why go through the endless motions if the best things in life are going to pass us by -because we're to busy to live them. I want to feel each emotion to the fullest, love, pain, anger, confusion -everything-listen more and say less, fall in love with words again and read books that never interested me , swim in deep oceans to be surrounded by nature in its purest form, listen to the voices around me rather than ignore them as noise, hike up treacherous mountains, get soaked in the rain just when i've changed, travel to unseen places, spend more time with myself, give more than I take from my friends, care illimitably,walk alone for miles with my mp3 player, i want to ...