Standing in the bathroom with a hand washed pants of my youngest child in my focus. Looking at it, hanging there, over the bathing top. My eyes look at the writing on it: Never waste time.
My head starts thinking. What is waste of time for me?
Waste of time…. Not even doing anything for me is waste of time. Being bored lets so many new and old ideas grow. And then there comes peace to my inside, while I’m like „only sitting around“ watching.
But what would other people think and answer.
And: Thinking of the last days… the answer of this question surely changed a lot - in („Corona Times“) Which would it be now(adays) for each one?
Still standing there, watching at this wet, grey fabric.