Rush

'Rushing, rushing, rushing.We are always rushing.Never have enough time here, always trying to make our way there.Need to have left here five minutes ago, need to be there now. '

( adapted from Thanks for the Memories by Cecelia Ahern)

Rush rush rush. hush hush hush. I always do that, always have a to-do list, always have to meet some targets, always have too less time to accomplish everything, always want to be occupied with something to do.

Then in the midst of business, I begin to crave for that much more time to paint, to draw, to learn how to play ukulele - just a second that I realized that there're always things that I hope I'd be doing. Then I caught myself up and warned myself, never complain about life, enjoy the process instead. :) Then as I go on with a grateful heart, I'm all cheerful and happy again.

yes, in fact, no time is wasted unless you have been ungrateful and distracted about something. Because of never-ending wishes and wants, one falls easily into the traps of being murmurers, bitter and grouchy inside out. Right, speaking of myself, and am reminding myself - I hope I'd remain grateful about what I undergo or have, because every experience is a gift. :)

Perfer et obdura, dolar hic tibi prodent olim

( adapted from Thanks for the Memories by Cecelia Ahern)

take the time you need, don't have to rush and be too stringent on yourself. Do things with hearts and so you may reap the true fruit of happiness - the one-of-a-kind satisfaction and enjoyment. Why so serious? sit back, relax your muscles a little bit and so you may get going in further miles. ☺