content to be satisfied.

well, what is a blog if not a little window into the heart of the writer?

today, i am satisfied. i'm fully aware of my shortcomings, and hard-pressed by the consequences of my mistakes. my life is full of things to do, people to speak with, arrangements to make, and dates NOT to forget!

but somehow, i won't let it bother me. 

this busy life will have to wait. 

for i am content to be satisfied,

and i don't care if i am late.

the slowest pace in urgency

will not be sped so you are pleased.

for i am pleased to sit and stare,

and take pictures of the trees. 

my now, this here, will soon be finished,

and i want to not forget

the way i feel on days like these ones.

and you'd agree with me, i bet.

somehow, i'm just smiling because i want to. somehow, i just know that i'm dearly loved. somehow, my heart feels secure and confident, and somehow, i don't care what the haters think. somehow there's peace. somehow there's joy. i don't know where it came from, but i don't care, either.

i'm going to savor it.