sometimes we forget to dream. because we have no time. because we are tired after the exertions of just keeping a basic life running. because it becomes an easy excuse.

but i wonder, are you truly alive, or just existing, if you forget to dream.

no matter what happens, in 60-70 yrs (?) it wont matter, cos we will be dead and either in heaven, or in hell.

and then we will look back and hopefully, we completed the mission He had for us..

i wonder how much more down time i need before i jump back in the river.

i read this book, 'Who moved my cheese?'. heard of it before but never thought to read it, till i was waiting for Isaac to be done in a bookstore.

this phrase struck me.

' what would you do if you weren't afraid? '

something to think about.

 

Trees

I THINK that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the sweet earth's flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,	5
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.	10
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.	Joyce Kilmer. 1886–1918

Surrounded by trees now and they are beautiful.

Read somewhere that being with nature destresses people. It's true. 

I wonder if it is something to do with nature being the witness of God. 

'For since the creation of the world His invisible attributes are clearly seen, being understood by the things that are made, even His eternal power and Godhead, so that they are without excuse,..' 

Romans 1:20