The problem with having one life
is having to choose
which life to live.
And the problem with soul mates
is having to choose
which one to love
and which to never meet.
There has to be a better way.
You could be a beekeeper on Mondays,
a violinist on Tuesdays,
a mother of three on Wednesdays,
and the greatest boxer since Ali on Thursdays.
On Fridays, your heart would belong to
the handsome attorney two doors down.
Saturday would come, and you’d fall into
the arms of your old Philosophy professor from university.
What would you choose to do
with all of your Sundays?
Mar 24, 2014
Mar 24, 2014 at 4:54 PM UTC
The problem with having one life
is having to choose
which life to live.
And the problem with soul mates
is having to choose
which one to love
and which to never meet.
There has to be a better way.
You could be a beekeeper on Mondays,
a violinist on Tuesdays,
a mother of three on Wednesdays,
and the greatest boxer since Ali on Thursdays.
On Fridays, your heart would belong to
the handsome attorney two doors down.
Saturday would come, and you’d fall into
the arms of your old Philosophy professor from university.
What would you choose to do
with all of your Sundays?
