Passenger, I am – delegated to back seat – input seldom asked for, even less appreciated. I ride along. Passenger, I am – at best
Why do we strive for perfection when it is the irregular, the imperfect, that makes life so interesting? Thank you to all for sharing
Life! One day rushing to collect kids, stopping for the dry cleaning, and praying the slow cooker is indeed cooking; and the next strolling down
Rock solid, biding time, fixated on a future born of movement. Frozen – iced snapshots of possibility, immobilized by misperceptions Role-playing expectations carved from generations
We sail, determined, and yet, the destination is not of our choosing, charted by memories and the inadequacy of words, language faltering in foreign depths.
Life is a smorgasbord – so many delicious options; experience teaches us to choose wisely. (#Ragtag’s daily prompt is smorgasbord.)