Not that long ago, I made my resolutions for the rest of this yr. I guess it was already like the 5th time this year that I have made the same resolutions. I Know I might never consistently follow them, but at least it makes me feel better that I am trying.
From experience, I know I can never do things in a timely fashion. Most time, I am happy doing what I feel like doing. Some times I am forced to like what I am doing (like work stuff) and rest of the times you will find me being lazy. Sad it is! that I admit my laziness. For a second, I was thinking what I would have done if I were not lazy. I would have woke up early in the morning at 5 or 6, read news, work out little bit, get ready, prepare my breakfast, and go to work. I would probably work harder and be more proactive. Once I am back home from work, I would work out again, prepare and have early dinner, log my calories, read some book, and go to bed early so that I can wake up early next day... wow! Now that is serious stuff. My lazy mind analyzed that, "being lazy is not that bad choice after all"... lol :)
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Certainly, a poor life this is...
My all time favorite poem: I have read it yesterday, I can feel it today, and I am hoping that I can change it for tomorrow...
"What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.
A poor life this is if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare."
W.H. Davies
"What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.
A poor life this is if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare."
W.H. Davies
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