We are all island balloons of individuality jostling about of our own free will, they say.
I doubt it very much; to me it appears that we are teeming bubbles bumbling from one to another item on unending to-do lists.
Yes, we live our lives entirely in those tiny whiffs of air between the exclamation mark of one item and the capital letter of the next. It is in these gaps that we breathe, and remember ourselves, and fill what we call life with the moments that become memories...
Cheers to the not-doing interims, to the 'nothingness' niches that are everything, to the unplanned slits on the large walls of neatly-planned busyness... Cheers to life!
