Because you cannot do everything, do something. Do something. Not one thing, but a wild bouquet of things: parties and parades, talking and singing, quiet movement through the water, looking at the moon whenever you can see it, and seeking justice like a dog's nose seeks a hand. Not one thing, but not everything.You cannot do everything. Not even everything you want to, and certainly not everything you planned to do today. Do something, not one thing, but a wild bouquet. Open up your hands and scatter the flowers. Gather them up again tomorrow. See what you've got. You will never be finished, and yet, you will finish, one day.
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Simply beautiful!!