"My purpose was to stroll into the shade for a moment; but no sooner within- than it seemed to me I had stepped into the gloomy circle of some Inferno" 

From Joseph Conrad's Heart of Darkness

I was reading, and this line just popped out to me.  It seems that often we just stop for a moment, just stop to find ourselves and catch our breath, and no sooner than we do this, no sooner do we engage in a moment of weakness a moment of pause, of sadness, of anger, of pain, than our lives have moved swiftly on ahead of us, and we are left ialone in our melancholy shade. 

The question then presents itself, how do I get out? Or maybe, do I want out?

How do I force the light in through the gloom when it's often easier to sit under my shade tree contemplating how many hours it is before I can lay my head down and sleep away the hours, days, weeks, that come like waves with no reprieve?

I don't know, but I know I'm tired of sitting alone under this damn tree.