They might as well be dead.

I have to keep reminding myself. Live life slowly. Don’t hurry. Don’t try to do too much. Live at my natural pace. Seek tranquility. I have 100 things to do. And I won’t ever get ‘em all done. And the list grows longer and longer. Maybe that’s a nice part of life. Never getting it all accomplished. But still able to savor it all. The little things. The big things. Every thing. Even if I lived forever, there would still be more to do. More to relish. But still, I know people who lament. Because they are bored with life. They can’t fall in love. With anything. Not even with the life force. Or themselves.  They might as well be dead. –Jim Broede