I enjoy life. I mean it. There’s a lot of interesting things to see. A lot of things to write poems about. A lot of things to draw. A lot of people to meet and know. A lot of stories to read or hear. A lot of games to play. A lot of things to learn. I could bike all day. I could watch the sea. I could lay down on a grassy hill or plains. I could plant sunflowers. I could sew a dress. Or learn a new language. TRAVEL THE WORLD. Or discover a whole new world.
There’s a lot of things to do in life.
A lot of things to love.
But by the end of the day, all I could think of is:
“What a boring world.”