World through Your eyes

[ mood : *flu* ] David's Ps 23rd with the modern reality twist. I am my own shephard. I am always in need. I stumble from mall to mall and shrink to shrink, seeking relief but never finding it. I creep through the valley of the shadow of death and fall apart. I fear everything from pesticides to power lines, and i'm starting to act like my mother. I go down to the weekly staff metting and am surrounded by enemies. I go home, and even my goldfish scrowls at me. I annoint my headache with extra-strength Panadol. My Jack Daniel's runneth over me. Surely misery and misfortune will follow me, and I will live in self-doubt for the rest of my life. i am guilty of being my own shephard too lots of times. adapted again from traveling light..

[ mood : ] The bow cannot always be bent, without fear or breaking. For a field to bear fruit, it must occasionally lie fallow. And for you to be healthy, you must rest. He says 6 days he works, 1 day he rest. maybe that's the way it goes. a good rest refreshes my soul =) a read extract from Traveling light.