Sometimes, while I'm taking a walk through the churchyard, I see the people who work there cleaning the grass or scratching the gravel, and I am so jealous of them. No stress, working at their own tempo under the sunlight. And yes, probably they don't get a big paycheck every month, but who cares? So then I compare that with my life right now and start wondering, you know, all those questions about the meaning of life that you can't actually get an answer to. So I get right back to the same point I started from! 🫣