To all of the things I should be doing,
I know I should be doing something productive,
I know I should be doing the responsible thing,
I know I should be doing that long list of things to do,
but it will be there tomorrow,
there will always be a list of things to do.
But I am really enjoying my simple mindless pleasure.
Of course I am thinking about what I should be doing,
so it is not so mindless as it is guilty.
To do this instead of that,
an opportunity cost.
Too little time to do it all,
but time being finite is what makes it precious.
If I lived forever on earth, everything would be boring
because I would have done it all, seen it all, known it all.
I would have only a past and not a future.
The finite preciousness of time allows me
to have a past,
and a future.
One worth living for
because it ends
To all the things I should be doing,
I’m not procrastinating,
I’m not being lazy,
I’m not wasting time,
I’m relearning why it is precious.
What I’d rather be doing. Reading, playing with my dog and wrapped up in my many blankets. If you haven’t figured out by many pieces written about my blankets I love them. 🙂