Mountains.....

I have laundry to do today. It's part of life: things are worn, they get dirty, we wash them, and they get worn again. Cycles happen.

I wonder how many ideas I have “worn” and then had to wash. How many events? How many aspects of my life have been worn and washed so many times that they have been worn out and replaced?

Or is it like it was in childhood? Wear it, grow out of it, and get rid of it....

Ideas come and go. Events come and go. But there always seems to be a mountain of laundry.

I wonder why.....

Cali