these days

these days, i've been torn. it's been a constant battle between two thoughts of mind. lifestyle, if you will. 

should i be productive on my days off, like i don't know, studying something or figuring out my retirement plan? maybe scrubbing my bathtub or re-configuring my file cabinet?

...or should i just be content with how my summer days have been? yoga in the mornings with an afternoon dip in the ocean. a late dinner spread of summer fare. sleeping barely nude with windows open and fans blowing.

unfortunately, g and i were witness to a fatal car accident last week - a pedestrian killed by a teenage driver. with this battle of productivity versus relaxation brewing in my mind, i felt now was the time to write about the accident. i'm sure the pedestrian woke up that morning without a single thought that he was awaking to his final day of life. and isn't that how we all start our days? sure that we will do this and that with the "promise" of tomorrow?

so as i reflect on that tragic night, i put my absurd battle to rest. i am only guaranteed what i see, hear, touch, taste, and smell NOW. and as far as i'm concerned, the healing power of yoga; the sweetness of a ripened tomato; and the freedom of lying barebones in bed far outweigh the anticipation and expectations for a productive tomorrow.