I'm incurable. Even scoop bugs out of swimming pools.
There are equal forces at work in nature. One for growth, thriving and producing.
The other is for withering, decaying and dying in its time.
And the cycle renews.
I get comfort in feeling that I am part of that eternal cycle.
Now open your mental hymnbook to a childhood memory and sing along with me.
"Row, row, row your boat. . ."