All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages. — William Shakespeare
Tumbling and stumbling
Bluff and bluster
Falling out of bed with soul searing pain
Running through the day with mind numbing speed
A missed appointment here
A meltdown there
Crashing at the dregs of the midnight oil
Chaos reigns supreme
The day a failure
Life in apparent ruin
Language is the building material of society. Old languages springboard into new languages. Simple words dance together to present complex ideas. The Latin roots for earth and study create the way to know how our planet works. The Greek roots for love and wisdom create discussions of thought and analysis. The Chinese roots for beautiful and heaven create a later time than the present.
Any time forward is a clean slate.
The mess of today clears a way for a future ordered creation.
If you have life and breath, you have hope for a tomorrow of endless possibilities.
Tomorrow is a beautiful heaven, an endless paradise of fresh starts.