there's a fragility to life that i sometimes can't bear to look at. i feel it at times, sometimes when i am trying to meditate and up creeps this horrific viral thought about the fragility of everything. i can't even go there.

is it wrong to not communicate the delicacy i observe in the day to day? to let my parents know that my heart bursts with love knowing that they have fostered a relationship with my son. that they love him like he is their own son. that they spend hours upon hours with him in these formative years.

is it wrong to not want to just be, everyday? why must we perpetuate this monotonous workday when we could be enjoying life? the world must continue to go around, but can't we make our work more relevant to our lives?