This I tell myself when
life seems to be moving only
too slowly towards the goals
I’ve been toiling to achieve.
And it’s short and it’s finite,
this life, from this perspective.
But these thoughts don’t give
any joy or satisfaction, and
aren’t those the two most
important goals when it comes
to living? They certainly are
for me. So where does one go
in order to find a modicum of
each? One digs deep, I suppose,
measuring each tiny distance
of progress with a celebration,
for example. And then one gets
back to the work of getting it done.
