My life is full
of trails to hike, books to read,
goals to meet and people to love.
A jar packed full
of pebbles of work and sand of hobbies,
conversations, learnings, little improvements.
Podcasts during commutes,
reading in buses, phone calls while cooking
There's always room for just a bit more.
It's great thrill,
chasing after the pot of gold
at the end of the to-do list.
But once in a blue moon
balancing my jar - filled to the brim,
I rush to the bus stop without my book.
Annoyed at myself,
I listen to the street-sounds,
people-watch, let my mind wander off.
In that delicious comfort
of this unexpected pause, I realize
That life happens in interludes.
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