Sometimes people can surprise you.

It looks like the full moon is a night of musings.

Read this. Yes, I’m as surprised as you are all. The bean, like Kidkid, offers valuable insight at the times we least expect it. In this race, when did we lose sight of the things that mattered the most? When did we become blind to the things that refreshed us, without us knowing?

From her post:

The more I stared at the swings, the more I felt a stirring. Nostalgia? Don’t really know. Sat on the last swing, and, well, swung.

When did life become so routine?

When did I begin to wonder what the purpose of life was?

When did I begin to fear the future?

. When did we change?

Disabling comments for this post, cause well… I’d rather people think about this. Oh, and the original post is here.