I have no chance to exist
in the way a person who
does not flinch at the many
interuptions we humans
face daily lives.
Or do I?
Each day I start by
standing vertically next
next to the bed brings
a new chance to work
on achieving my daily
goal of not just planning
to DO something, but
actually doing it.
I do not need to waste
so much time daily not
doing anything of note,
continually finding
excuses to not do
writing or poetry or
“art”, instead of getting
lost on Facebook or
other computer app
until the sun disappears
over the horizon.
I have too many excuses
keeping me away from
opportunities to solidify
a habit enabling me to
EXIST rather than BE.
I marvel at artists who
paint or draw, morphing
a blank piece of paper
into a magnificent
creation.
I am amazed at writers
who create worlds and
characters that matter
to me as I read, so much
so that I feel a sense of
loss when the story ends.
I want some of that.