Sometimes life feels like an endless wave,
you hold your breath to go under only to be tossed up again,
and you laugh as the water splashes over your face.
Sometimes life feels like an impossible hustle, an unrealistic
juggle, a priority war between do’s and don’ts and wants and needs
and why’s and what if’s.
Sometimes the lines between wishes and goals and dreams blur
into a disorienting cloud that swallows you whole so you can’t breathe.
Excuses hang around your neck like jewelry—or nooses,
depending on your creativity.
The infamous “they” say better to die trying than to die wishing,
but dying isn’t even the point, is it?
The point is living.