Sometimes I sit here in this chair of mine and I find that my mind just goes around and around in circles. I think and think and think, but I always end up right back where I started. I have a million and one things I want to do, but how in the world am I supposed to pick which one to do first? I want to go to the library and leave notes in every single book that I’ve read that I can find. I want to write on mirrors, “You’re beautiful. Don’t let anyone ever tell you differently.” I want to travel the world, meet new people, stay at lovely little bed and breakfasts and be charmed by the locals. I want to read every book that I haven’t read yet. I want to go up to strangers and talk to them until they’re no longer strangers. I want to help this beautiful and ugly world somehow. I want to inspire someone. I want to teach someone to look beneath the surface. I want to learn. I want to learn everything that I can from this world. I want to live, and that’s the hardest damn thing in the world. Most of us just survive, just stumble our way through our entire life, constantly saying, “I’ll do this later or when I have more time or money,” but what we don’t realize is that later has already passed us by. Life is passing us by every second we sit there in our chairs and think in circles that never stop turning.