Standing everywhere at once, seeing a million things you could do, a million opportunities to unlock, a constant uphill trek to that place you want to reach, but where is it? There’s always more you could do and something higher you could reach, two million hopes and two billion tasks for each, herculean efforts borne of inspiration and hope, hope, hope, hope.
Many people, many goals, too many feelings, three billion agendas, morality, good, evil, the world in our hands and not in the hands of someone capable. No adults, we’re all little children butting heads and we don’t see the sandcastles we’ve built because we’ve forgotten how and why and what they’re for.
Flying, sinking, sailing, how far we’ll go, how far we’ve come, afraid of tripping back to the beginning, blind to the end, too much to see right here where we are. Four billion things we’ve built and torn down and built again and forgot, and so much more to forget and so much more to build.
We built faith, societies, distributions, and you don’t know the half of it but you could be one of them. You’re not sure who knows anything anymore, or if anyone ever did. Everyone just keeps butting heads and things happened anyway somehow. You don’t know if you could, but you could, you could.
But first five billion things to do. Six million to hope. One day, one day, one day. One more task, one more, one more. Do it all, all of it, before you run out.
love,
me
