It's been said that most of us living in the twentieth century are not human beings but "human doings." We spend so much time DOING that we don't have much time left for just BEING. Many of us suffer from a fatal disease called "busyitis." Is this poem referring to YOU??? "He never had time to pen a note. He never had time to cast a vote. He never had time to sing a song. And he never had time to right a wrong. He never had time to love or give. He never had time to really live. But from now on, he had time on end... He died today my busy friend." Take time to take time,
Monday, January 07, 2013
Found this online. I know many people who could benefit from reading this poem. I, for one, think that society has rigged us up to become drones; don't think and don't "be". Just mindlessly believe in the retirement-fantasy dream we feed you, keep the economic wheel turning and when you reach 65 (and you're useless to us), we'll replace you with a younger model while you go and enjoy what's left of your life (that's if you've managed to survive the stress and are still alive and healthy). By then, you're so rundown from all the abusive stress that you'll need countless numbers of pricey drugs just to function or stay alive... So in the end, the system takes back your hard-earned cash from you without you even realizing it.