Seasons of my life

Life continues, i often like to look inside to inspect eho i have become, who even am i.. i feel like we are too caught up in situations of everyday occurrence of many happenings, we surround ourself with. To busy to take care of the things we should. I love slow life, like seeing grass grow. Its simple yet, it is too precious to be not be aware. I fail, i get up, i try again with you life because youre too precious. Even when it’s difficult i chose to love you