Pile of Life

Life piles up. I wish it wouldn't. Relaxing can be hazardous to keeping up. I look around me and I can't help but feel like a loser with all the crap piled up everywhere that I haven't taken care of. It's shameful. It's sad. I'd much rather do the relaxing thing. That's what I'm cut out for. The schedule of my day should be full of reading and writing and watching film and learning stuff and appreciating all the great things around me. Like the ocean. But I'm trying to keep up. I have to make a list. Actually, more than one. I have to plan my day from beginning to end to make up for enjoying myself for a day or two. It's sad. So sad I already said it.