Go away, Mandarin spammers! Sheesh.

Stopping to smell the roses isn't as easy as it sounds, at least not to me. It takes considerable effort to count your blessings, to revel in the moment, to really live each day like there's no tomorrow. And to thank Him everyday, even if it's a Tuesday, even if the sun depressingly sets at 6pm, even if the shoes are wet from sloshing around in street water.

I can't believe I'm striving to smell the roses, when months ago it was all I ever wanted. Puts things in perspective, doesn't it? Between reality and fiction. Between having and hoping. If anything, this just reminds me that nothing on earth can ever satisfy. All we will want is more. More money, more free time, more books, more knowledge, more hours in a day, more fun, more laughter. But when all is said and done, when we finally rest our heads on our pillows at night, all that lingers is dissatisfaction at everything more, and an incredible anticipation for eternity.

Escapism?

But we are not long here. Our time is but a breath, so we better breathe it!