What is is we REALLY do with our time? Enjoy hobbies? Pursue passions? Self-care? Or do we find ourselves in a never-ending trap of time-wasting?

An original poem inspired by the everlasting imprints of hieroglyphics found within an ancient pyramid. What stories are yet to be discovered--and yet to be written?

Journaling and reflection is an annual tradition of mine ... but when you realize there is nothing present to reflect on, it's a deeper realization than no other.