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The Joy of Doing Nothing

The Winter season has finally come,
Oh, I what a joyful time to idle around.

It’s a good way to relax our nerves too,
Allowing the clouds to carry us through.

Why be conditioned to keep ourselves busy?
When chasing time makes us all crazy.

But doing nothing is a respite,
To clear our mind’s tiredness;
So, after being idle for a little while,
We’re back ready for another life’s bouts.

In short, idleness is also rewarding.
It’s like freeing us from life’s cobwebs,
by simply going with its ebbs and flow,
while not minding at all where we go.

Now, why be bothered by life’s anxieties?
When sufferings get us nowhere to go.
So, let’s enjoy doing nothing instead,
While warmly embracing today’s winds and snows.

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Comments

Sorry I am not sure, are you ironic here?

IRiz

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