Our biorhythms betray us and in the space of the same day we can oscillate between a dull depressive state and a muted joy that has us seeing the positive in our existence.

Being human is at the best of times a chore of maintenance which requires we pick ourselves up by proverbial boot straps and get through the day. As we become older there is also more reflective melancholy which is increasingly immune to the more petty distractions of life.

The temptation to dwell in the past is irresistible as is the penchant to stress about tomorrow but we must try and resist both. 


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