Sometimes, it is just so hard to get up in the morning. Why even get out of bed? Everything I love is at home today, yet I have to go to work.
I dream of the days in the future, when there is nought to do but sit, and hang out with my wife. Just tending to our humble home. Just enjoying each other's company as time goes idly by.
Sadly, that appears to be far far off in the distance. And we must trudge on and on and on.
In this busy life. In this tiresome times.
Heaven is so close, but unreachable?
"The woods are lovely dark and deep
But I've got promises to keep
And miles to go before I sleep
And miles to go before I sleep" Robert Frost (Stopping by the woods on a snowy evening)
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