Sincere Ramblings

Occupied

I wish that I could measure my

life in breaths. That we could weigh it in

smiles, instead of items crossed off a list.

I never want to waste a singular, fascinating

moment, to look back and wish that I had launched

harder and accomplished more. I want to look back and be

unable to fit the view in one shot, one frame.

I don't know how to be anything but

alive and thorough. Or, at least, that's what I

wish I knew. I've got being alive down pat. I'm working on being thorough

presently. And thoroughly alive.

I want to be able to measure out my

adventures in pounds and bake them into a

masterpiece of a novel. I want to

inspect my life through a microscope and

see every glorious and disastrous moment and

love them all like a proud artist should.

How many galaxies are we losing per second?

No, that's not the question. The question

is how much more do we love the universe per

astounding fact we realize?

You do not have to be occupied if you don't

want to. It's not your job.