The right thing to say always comes to mind when it’s too late.
My big plans always end their lives as half-finished vanity projects.
I didn’t make his birthday special enough.
This shirt looks stupid on me.
Everyone thinks I’m arrogant.
I’m tired of feeling like my money won’t last.
I can’t decide whether it’s harder to be my child’s parent, or to be my parents’ grown-up child.
There are things others have figured out that I can’t seem to grasp.
That room needs re-decorating but I don’t know where to start.
I waste so much time, it’s embarrassing.
I never seem to remember moments that are supposed to be important.
Living in the past is so much easier than living in the present.
Living in the future is terrifying.
Humanity doesn’t deserve a second chance.
Why are we so much better at coping with a crisis than avoiding it in the first place?
I don’t know how to do this.
The healthiest moment of my life is probably behind me.
What if people realize I have no idea what I’m doing?
Every decision I’ve made has cut off whole lines of possibilities and opportunities and it’s impossible to go back.
The only option is to keep going.
What makes this a beautiful song:
1. Potential in the waiting.
2. Movement is deciding.
3. Forward is the doing.
Recommended listening activity:
Lifting your chin just enough to feel a difference.