Everything

There is just so much to do in this world. So much to see, to look at and wonder, to witness the beauty of, to imagine. So much to listen, to hear the things people say, to understand the meaning of, to immerse yourself into. So much to feel, to touch someone's heart, to be touched by a thought, an image or just some words written somewhere. So much to think about, so much to do, so much to think about doing.

If you just pick something and run with it, you run the risk of missing out on the rest. If you choose something and pursue it, you choose not to pursue the the rest. If you let things run their course and wait for something to happen, you are always waiting for something to happen, missing out on something you don't know about or possibly everything that you do know about. There just doesn't seem to be a way to do everything. You just have something you did, and then there's the rest. That something can be your everything, or it can be your something out of everything without the rest. It is what you make of it, and that will make what you are.

So much to do, so little time.

Not much to do, too much time.

So much time, so much to do.

Does Time always win? Looks like it. Take it one moment at a time, add what you did to your everything, do something else and leave the rest. Pause, play, shuffle, repeat. Change the tone a bit, let your hair down, pick yourself up, slow things down, watch stuff happen, take a shot, loosen the grip, hold it back, go the distance, open the doors, see the light, take a look back, let it flow, on and on, again and again.