Time is the most precious thing on Earth. Somehow I can never reach the state when I am not in a hurry or catching up with long overdue something. That is why I am still posting dogwood blossoms, the photos I have taken months ago. The chores of life, unending race for money, raising kids, success, career and other important things makes you feel like a squirrel running in her wheel. What am I running for? When will I have the opportunity to do what I like, but not what I am supposed to do? Maybe never. Or, rather, it will always remain in the residue, after all what has to be done is done. Like today, typing this midnight rumble after exhausting work day and home duties. Relax in grave. How they say, "life is hard, but fortunately, it's short"

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