It's a cruel trick of the universe that time moves so slowly when we're young and constrained by others to repetitious paths, oxen yoked to a grindstone, but when older and the paths are open, there's no time left. It jumps from day to day, from month to month, year to year, and what we meant to do when we were free is left undone even though we could have been free to do it. Unyoked, we made our own yokes and give excuses why we still walk in circles. Some of it is worth it (unground grain makes lousy bread). Some isn't. Keep an eye out for the other paths, the possibilities: they do exist. There is escape. And where there isn't full escape, like now, train yourself to see the smaller ones, and the ones that bring joy and becoming more open, not pain and becoming more closed off. Eschew boredom. Find the flash of blue, the sprig of green, and try some cinnamon and chili powder in your hot chocolate. Happy new year.
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