Come seek us where our voices sound/ We cannot sing above the ground/ And while you’re searching, ponder this:/ We’ve taken what you’ll sorely miss/ An hour long you’ll have to look/ And to recover what we took/ But past an hour – the prospect’s black/ Too late, it’s gone, it won’t come back.

I have been stacking away “things to do” in some compartment of my brain, hoping to deal with them at leisure. The shelf is now jumbled up. Every weekend I promise myself to unclutter this shelf. I feel “anxious”  and I use all my leisurely time to cheer myself up- watching movie, reading a book, eating out, party and finally a long vacation.
This anxiety goes on to become an unsolved riddle lurking deep inside my heart. It pushes up unpleasant feelings that keep jumping out at unexpected occasions like unruly kids.
Until one day, I immersed in the bathtub and the riddle floated up to the surface from deep inside. It reminded me of the Harry Potter scene and his mermaid riddle.
So here I am cleaning up my shelf, putting the “things to do” in right order, throwing away the unwanted ones and feeling happy.