"What is it that makes the world go round? Nothing but love, wonderful love."

I don't know where this song is from, but it's something my Grandfather used to sing.

He was a wonderful person, I still have fond memories of him that play back every now and then. He molded me with his carefree spirit, hard work and most of all how he put to use his free time. His fun-loving attitude, no matter how old he got he always had a song to sing, a rhythm to hum to and have a drink or two :)

Talking about free time, it seems more rare these days. When I introspect, I really don't seem to make the time for me, but I do make time for my gaming, my children & family. But the more I think of it, I feel at times I'm losing touch with who I really am with the pace that I have to keep up with to just survive.

So much of knowledge to be gained here at Fractal Enlightenment but unfortunately such few transformational experiences in the last few years. I used to do tremendous inner work a few years ago. Then we had children, but such is life and children shouldn't be an excuse.

Sometimes I feel like I need to push myself to do so much more and then at times I feel like I'm doing enough already and can chill out in this uncomforting comfort zone. But deep down I know I'm not making the most of life and perhaps life is stagnant.

Well such is life after going through multiple dark nights of the soul, you feel like you're powerful enough to never not be broken again.

The truth is, we all need to break again to come back together stronger. Stretch our comfort zones and live life to the fullest, just like my grandpa!

To end this, I hope we can all just find the time for ourselves to be happy if my grandpa could. I believe we just have too many distractions today with our phones and social media. Always unplug for a while and give yourself the time you deserve. This is a poem my grand father loved to recite,

Leisure

What is this life, if full of care, we have no time to stand and stare.

No time to stand beneath the boughs and stare as long as sheep or cows.

No time to see, when woods we pass, where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.

No time to see, in broad daylight, streams full of stars, like skies at night.

No time to turn at Beauty's glance, and watch her feet, how they can dance.

No time to wait till her mouth can enrich that smile her eyes began.

A poor life this is if, full of care, we have no time to stand and stare. 

William Henry Davies