i guess im not the only one who feels this way. that words ever so often, are so inadequate of expressing how we truly feel. they just serve as a sort of camouflage for us to paint an appearance that barely scraps the surface of all things within us. but yet without words we are nothing. its our medium of survival.
the past few weeks have been nothing short of running around like a busy bee, zipping off from one thing to another. i hardly catch my breath. but yet there is so much to be done, so much to see, so much to finish. everyone is going through the same vicious cycle. when will we ever stop to make time for ourselves? when will it ever be ok to do so, to ever not feel plagued by guilt for slowing down to breathe the flowers, to appreciate the little things in life.
im so full of love for life right now. but yet part of me is tired. i need to take a breather methinks. there's so much i want to remember, every minute, every moment, every new experience that comes my way.