There are only so many hours and in those hours there are only so many interactions. The combinations may be close to unlimited, or perhaps they are unlimited, but there are only so many.
You think about these things and you think about how much you can get done, but there are never enough hours to do it all, but still, you try. You try with what you can and you get some stuff done, and maybe you’ll feel alright with it at the end of the day. Maybe you won’t. Maybe you’ll stress yourself out, thinking you hadn’t done enough, but you should keep on trying where you can anyway. You also should try and get some rest. Rest is important; do not devalue the need for rest. Avoiding it when it creeps up is a bad idea.
But there are only so many hours, and you keep on trying. You keep on getting done what you can get done, and you keep going until there’s little else to do, and then you do some more anyway. You pile it all on, but it becomes so much. It becomes unbearable, but that’s why you have to keep on going and keep on trying.
Actually you have to keep going and keep trying because there’s so much life to live, and it’s never enough too. Time is limited, but we should definitely not spend every bit of it doing something. There is a virtue in doing nothing, and you’ve got to be willing to embrace that doing nothing sometimes. If you don’t, then… well, you’ve only got the path you choose to take to take.
Really that sums up the whole thing. There’s so many options in life, and at the end of it, can we really say how much of it was wasted? Sure, I know I wish I was more productive when I was a younger person than I am now, but I’m still doing stuff now and I was then. I don’t necessarily regret wasting my time; just wish I wasted less of it, but that’s been done and that time isn’t coming back so I’ve just got to keep on going and make the most of what I have now where I can and where I feel I am able to do so, and then keep going from there,
We’ve so much to see and experience, and we cut it off with our twenties far too often. Life keeps going beyond that. You likely have a good number of years to live after you reach thirty. Why assume that’s where it all ends?
Perhaps we put too much pressure on ourselves to have everything made and ready to go, and perhaps that pressure is borne of societal advertising of what is and is not achievable. Too many people who get some sort of massive success before thirty and even forty are advertised to us as the ideal. Most people don’t work stuff out until they’re older.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 07:02:03
Struggled around the middle. I think the rest of this is decent.
Written at home.
Stupidity Hole 