Do Nothing

Why do I do nothing?

I have things I like to do.

A list of things I could accomplish but as the days vanish the list gets longer and the strike throughs become too few.

Am I choosing to be a loser?

Have I taken my days for granted?

Am I not grateful yet?

Seen too little pain to learn from regret?

So content with comfort that I do nothing instead.

Perhaps i’m wrong and I am directionless.

Perhaps that to do list is for someone I would admire and not for myself.

I don’t look up to me otherwise I wouldn’t criticize myself with so little relent.

I give myself no credit.

Everything done is as expected and everything left unchecked is evidence that I don’t deserve all this precious.

I’ve spent my debt in depression.

I invest far less than recommended.

I learned from questions that were well intentioned that wealth doesn’t matter once it’s never ending.

So my sentences never surrender.

Fossils for the far off philosophers to ponder.

I do nothing but skip rocks when I prosper.