We have all the time we need

To do what we need to do. But we let other things get in the way. Like the things we “want” to do.

Things that we feel are important. Things that make us feel safe. Things other people want. Or tell us they need from us. Things that don’t make us think to hard.

We just do. And keep living. Or so we convince ourselves.

But whose life are we living? Is their/there life in our life?