Knowing and doing...

I am reminded again of the ease of saying and the difficulty of doing. The difficulty lies in myself. Even though it is other people who stirs up the negativity in me. Is it just that I am growing old, as in over 50 and counting, or have I always been this way? I forget.

Xin wants to write books, and I remember Pessoa and my unfinished journal - the art of growing old.

It's nice how unconnected thoughts open new windows.