Flowing Through Mountains

Why is there never enough time to do what you want to do?

The days are too short and filled with obligations and chores.

I want to play. I want to relax in the shade of a forest of trees, watching as the creatures of said forest play themselves.

I want to create. I want to enjoy the creative process without feelings of criticism, mostly from myself. I want to be able to spend hours upon hours creating.

I want to read more. I want to get caught up in another world and become so familiar with the characters that I forget they’re not “real”.

I want to walk along the ocean shore on the most perfect late afternoon and hang out until sunset. And when the sun does begin to set, I want the light to play with the clouds in such a way that it creates a magical, evolving canvas of beauty.

I want to actually enjoy a thunderstorm. I want to smell the rain and feel the breeze as the storm passes through.

I want to feel alive, not just present. How do we balance our responsibilities and our desires? How can we enjoy our existence while also maintaining our financial obligations?

I want to feel alive.
Not just “be” alive.