by cheri block
What would your current frustrations look like from the vantage point of the final days of your life?
I read this quotation this morning in a little book of Eastern wisdom.
The point, obviously, is that our current frustrations when compared to death are really chickenfeed.
But we humans trudge on, rarely with good posture, toward the next something.
In that spirit, I am going downstairs and fixing myself oatmeal.