A Poem Unto Itself

Keep looking. Now thinking in terms of time and how I always want more. This, in itself, could create an unnatural condition. Living every moment to the fullest means not creating a theoretical schedule, a mind control of the spirit. Or does it? Could a schedule mean something else? It has meant this before. A daily schedule can be liberating if stuck to. Plan, strictly implement. After these many weeks of no strictness, it might come as a welcome relief. I must find some way to relate differently to time and its restrictions—it usually feels like a yoke, and I am the beast of burden. But this is all self-imposed! What am I creating? I must find a way to allow each moment its secret and delicious magic. Each moment a poem until itself. The poems, collected, creating an endless book of adventures. This book, read peacefully and joyfully. Yet, it’s okay to have an edge of nervousness about it, right? For, without nerves, we fall into complacency, laziness—yes, even I the super achiever. If I allow wasted opportunities, my nerves will tell me about it. This plan gives nervousness and anxiety a new and important meaning. Long live a touch of worry! You are my friend and balancer. Thank you.