The mental exhaustion from the week has ruined my motivation to be productive tonight. Instead of a textbook, I've wandered from this place to that, ultimately ending up on Elephant Journal. I've noticed someone post a lot of links from there and they always catch my attention. They are, by no means, any lighter reading than a textbook. Perhaps they are even heavier, only in a different way.
While browsing through their products page, I noticed one item called "Things I would like to do with you". The title was more than enough to catch my attention. It turns out it's a book that will be released next year.
In my mind, there is a list of things that I would like to do with that one special person. I wonder how my list compares to the author's?
My list was long. There was so much I wanted to do.
Actually, it was our list. You sat down, with pen and paper, and actually wrote a list.
I don't know if any of them ever got done.
Over time, through the ups and downs, my list has really been reduced to one thing: travel. Not just any traveling. I want to travel to the places from my past and tell you everything there is to know about my past. I want to travel to the places from your past and have you tell me everything that has made you into the person that I know and love. I want to get to know you inside and out. I want you to know me like nobody else.
People always ask what I want for my birthday or for Christmas. This is what I want. But nobody can give me that. I have to earn it.
I lied.
How could my list possibly be reduced to one thing?
Things I would like to do with you......
Things I would only ever do with you......
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