Sometimes I feel that good times are short. I've always feel that I haven't get enough of it. Like for this week, it is a good weekend for me. A weekend that I feel relax and having Daniel with me.
I got myself a laptop yesterday after long frustration with my desktop pc and spent the whole sunday at home. It's Sunday evening now and soon the day will make way for the night. I'm relunctant to let go the times we had shared and to embrace the night for I know the next day will kick start my routine long working hours again. Then both of us will be counting down when is the next time we meet again.
Why good times are short? Why I felt it that way? Just like the gospel's reading today is asking me to think whether am I living at this very moment. Am I? Sometimes we tend to plan for the future, laying preparations and thinking about what is next rather than feeling what is within us at this very moment.
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