pondering pooh

there are just too many things i want to explore and too little life space. it upsets me that i cannot somehow tetris all of my wants and needs to fit into the time line of this life. it also upsets me that i cannot explore each and every one of my curiosities to its utmost potential. why must i choose? i refuse to make sacrifices.

and she said, "i'd say be honest with the one that makes you happiest. the one you're willing to be the most dedicated to. and then give it your all. give it all you fuckin got, until you got no mo."

and i said, "then i shall ponder some more."

she, "do ponder. pooh was a fan of it."

i, "pondering pooh. pooh the thinker, pooh the philosopher."

she, "was he?"

i, "but of course! pooh thinks of the complexities in life and simplifies them. the skill of a true philosopher."

it was bullshit of course, but i went with it.

"People who don't think probably don't have brains; rather, they have grey fluff that's blown into their heads by mistake."

-Winnie the Pooh.