I Am Not Dead

...yet.

I think I figured something out about myself today.

Here's the equation-

I am a very busy person. I rarely have "free" time, and on busy days, I forget about what I want to do and do what I have to do, but I do things well. On the days where I have little to do, I can't not do something. One more time for clarity- I can't sit idly by. I will stay up until 2am even though I should really be catching up on sleep, just because I am being plain that day, and I can't stand going to bed before I've done something.

Here's my explanation-

I can't see a day go by without having accomplished something constructive, something I can save. I can save good memories, or bad memories, as long as they're significant, and those are accomplishments. I can save projects. I can save poems, or stories, or realizations. I can save learning, I can save a new vocabulary word, so long as I will never lose that day of my life. It wasn't wasted.

So the past couple days-

I have accomplished things, and things are the equivalents of poems.