Thoughts From a Hammock; Part 1

5 minutes in and I'm already thinking. Overhead flies a bird, chirping as it perches on a branch. I wonder if it knows. Knows how envious of it I am; envious to be free, not constrained by time or worries or the cares of life. Feeling nothing but the wind beneath it's wings and the steady rays of sun giving heat and light to this beautiful May Sunday. What has it done to worry about it's day; Nothing. Why then can't I let my life loose and give it to God to help me deal with. Clouds float on by, above me. I start wishing, wishing to be up there; among the clouds and living life by a whims, like they do. Knowing no sense of purpose or fear, only going where the breeze pushes them to. Having no figure to conform to, shapeless celestial bodies taunting me, reminding me that in 30 minutes life will be calling my name. Drowning me with its "schedules" and "agendas". I know this sense of simplicity will leave me soon. Soon flooding my thoughts with anxieties of the future and regrets from the past. But for now its me, my hammock, and the peaceful world God has given me today. These are my thoughts from a hammock.