Just once. To stop.

We think big of ourselves. But we are no different than ants in size and importance. We are born, we breathe, live, laugh. And suddenly die. And what in between ? I Must Stop and think. I must stop and meditate on the state of things. I must stop and take time. I must stop and look back at the void open ahead. I must sit still and ponder and stop thinking and just be. And exist more deeply. And feel more deeply. And love more deeply. Yet I dont. Never. Stop and sit. I run and rush and talk rubbish and watch rubbish and let precious time flows wasted, on nothing, on rubbish and precious time given to me to try and Understand is simply gone. Wasted. Frittered away in pettiness. In nothingness, on daily mondanity and tiny concerns. Life happens to us just once. But again and again, we forget and live unconscious. Happily unconscious ? Or stupidly so ? Is the man asleep happy or simply ...asleep ?