Taking it one day at a time.
Sure.
Great advice.
Advice to live by.
It is so hard to follow.
I have plans.
Plans on planes
They fly in so many different directions.
But I haven't figured out which ticket to buy
And I have created all the planes.
All the trips.
All the details.
And I can't fucking decide what I want.
If only I could just choose.
One.
I know that I would soar.
I am an achiever.
But before I am an achiever.
I am a worrier.
A contemplative person.
I might only have one brain.
But my brain creates all these paths.
Making them one day at a time.
Right.
Counter-productive paths.
Paths I could live by.
It is so hard to choose.
I have wants.
Wants like food.
Food I know I can't live without.
These desires are a strong pang of hunger.
And I have created all these wants.
All these delicious wants.
I might want them all.
But the problem is there is only one path.
One life.
One brain.
With too many possibilities.
It doesn't match up.