You
Me
This life.
Something we do.
Something we want to do.
Something we fight for and take for granted.

Stopping to smell the roses but only when there are roses near by.

Reminding ourselves that we can take the time to find the flowers we want to smell and prioritize appreciating their beauty.

We have the time, and yet our time is spent doing so many other things we don't want to do just so we can do so many other things that we want to do.

We waste so much of our time and yet I can't help but wonder if I even want to spend my time searching for flowers and smelling them when the spontaneity of smelling flowers and appreciating their beauty when they come into my life is a simple joy that I chose to keep and remember.

There's so many things to do, not do, want to do, not want to do, say, not say, appreciate, take for granted, love, loathe, but most importantly love and the things and the people and the places and the moments, the time that we have is so long and twisting yet short and fleeting, meaningful, yet boring, exhilarating, yet pointless and profound, so profound to hold you in my hands and look into your eyes and hold your tiny body against mine knowing you've been fearfully and wonderfully made.