What if, at least some times, we could live here and now? How about letting the past and the future remain just that? Why won't you just stop take a deep breath, look up the sky and count the stars. Forget your list and things you need to do. Just for a moment you're allowed to forget.
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 and 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 if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
W. H. Davies - Leisure
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