Days roll into weeks.
Weeks fold into months.
Months trundle along into years.
Years formulate routines.
Routines beget expectations.
Expectations breed worry.
(Cue Bob Marley)
Rise up this morning
Smiled with the rising sun
Three little birds
Pitch by my doorstep
Singing sweet songs
Of melodies pure and true
This is my message to you-ou-ou
Singing don’t worry about a thing
Cause every little thing gunna be alright…
Worry and expectation impinge on spontaneity.
Spontaneity nourishes creativity.
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