Content

My current life is in stasis, flowing steadily and undisturbed. I like comparing it to a tiny vessel, contented and simply drifting day by day with no apparent destination. Of course, this tiny vessel can withstand any storm, mighty or weak; if it happens to occur. Hopefully not. No, not this time. Not when I'm prone to vulnerability. I am contented this way. My life is relaxed and simple. I can not make myself face the realm of employment. I am not fully grown, emotionally and mentally, perhaps; who knows? I simply enjoy the comforts of home. I can flourish here. Life will move on slowly. I will attach some time, here and there, for things that interest me.