Tryin to do too much

This

In all its good and bad

In all its splendor and its fault

Is me

I don’t have a spare

And this

Is how God made me

And that to me is worth a lo

Because here I am

Right?

This is my life

I’m going to make the best of it

And I’m going to love myself every step of the way 

Because this is it boys and girls 

There will be no further production of me

Not this me

No matter how anyone may try 

When that becomes an actual thing unfortunately 

There is but one pure essence of me

One pure life

In this exact situation 

In this now

And I want it to be fireworks* and real love mistletoe

The whole way

—

*fireworks in my heart; peace in my brain 

No excuses

There’s a song I like 

Called “la bamba”

I sing it to myself when I’m starting to get a headache in hot yoga

We’ll technically I sing it to my pain

And it generally helps

Then I started to analyze the song

And I got to figure 

We are all captains of our life

Captains of our heart

Captains of our experiences

And it is only the illusion that we are not

That lets people justify war

And other such atrocities

The illusion of there being a justification

But there are no excuses in life

There is only what you do

And what you don’t do