If only we could do everything…where would we be? What would we be? I look around most days and wonder if where we are as a result of everything we’ve done is merely a result of everything we have become.
I think you can appreciate the sentiment behind this statement AND the sheer frustrating reality that no matter where you are in the world or WHO you even are in this world, the playing field is leveled with “everything” being the common factor.
High stakes?
Well, I guess it depends on what you want to do!
I’m writing this on a rest day, which doesn’t mean I can’t write because writing *is* restful for me. Not as restful as lying around with my belly to the world waiting for a rub (like the cat that’s next to me right now) but…close.
And it’s the only thing I’m doing and this singular task is what I think of when I consider Mr. Allen’s sobering truth. I mean, sure, in some ways I arrange the words to include “right now” at the end of the sentence because while I know I certainly can’t (and really don’t want to) do everything this is different than doing everything I want to do.
And even still, sadly, or maybe just in time, it’s only been in the last decade or so that I’ve really begun to accept the fact that I won’t be able to do probably even half of what I want to do before I die (and that’s if I live to be 100!)
How do I know this?
Time keeps reminding me. Quotes from some bruh I don’t even know keep reminding me. I look around and see that there are just too many things, alive and otherwise, that I simply have to tend to…which translates to: Choose wisely what you let into your life.
Because it may very well end up owning you and your time.
Now, back to resting that doesn’t involve typing.
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