Old gold

It is not nice to be in a race. The anxiety can kills.

I was left with only a few minutes to complete something just now. This old heart of mine cannot do such activities anymore. I think I better give back the duty to a younger person to handle because it is impossible for me to rush works within short time frame. My old bones cannot take this anymore.

But I am also reluctant to let go because then, I will be probably too free. Let me mull on this for a little while longer.