A's Blend Of Emotions

We have our own versions of life, our own ways to live it, our own ways to make it appear like something else.  If you have a second to breathe, you’re as busy as anyone else. We are all busy fueling our body that is home to a beating heart(s). We better be busy.  I cannot think of one positive reason as to why a person may tell you he/she is very busy (with some yogic, mystic, erroneous psychic element that is inexplicable, quite simply disregards everything but the person) What does that make you? Dead?  Doors (almost) shut and eyes get rolled when immaturity knocks my door, if you’re a grown up (kid). I wish I were more tolerant and patient.. but oh boy the aging greys are wise stingrays, love them for real. 

Life is a bed of roses.  It’s an art to traverse through the rose bush.  Some embrace the thorns, some panic and some more are blissfully unaware of the same.  Some embrace their landing on the rose, some panic knowing the transience, some are blissfully unaware of their standing.  Blooms come and go. Take a moment to embrace the present. Take a moment to observe that change is imminent, but.. why not let the fragrance linger awhile?  Stay calm, be present.