life is what it is

Like what the nest said to the egg.

Unlike what the squirrel squirreled away.

Try as one might, the ripped rotten soup pattern got emptied into the lake.

Slight as one might be, the ePlancul has been stopped.

As deep a hole as one can get into, there is but the steepest ladder to be used to escape.

A temper tantrum serves no purpose, not even under the most punishing circumstances.

Regret serves no purpose either, especially if we can choose to live in the moment. Or moments.

Unfortunately it put asunder my dreams for this year, but alas, there is the Sisyphus curse to put asunder any thoughts I had of progress.

I suppose there is always kite flying I can do.