There's so much I'd love to do.
But I'll never get to do all of it.
That's just how it works, right? Even if I had all
of the time in the world, I'd be coming up with new
wants faster than I could ever hope
to sate my existing ones.
So really, I guess I just have to figure out which wants
will make me the happiest when all is said and done,
and do as much to appease those wants as I can.
It won't matter, at the end of day. I'm the only one
that's going to care about whatever it is I end up with
when it's all over. But maybe that's a good thing.
Something to take a bit of solace in, yeah?