Wasting Time

I’m thinking about all the time I’ve wasted on people, waiting in lines, for someone to come around, being afraid to be honest with myself, caring too much, watching tv or scrolling too long. I am thinking about all the books 'I’ve never read and about how the thing standing in between me and finishing that book is myself. My heart has always been stronger than my mind. One day it’ll kill me. My heart, that is. And not because heart attacks or AFIB run in my family, but because it wants so much yet I stand there, in the cracks, stuck. Goals unaccomplished, new books untouched, hobbies abandoned, ideas remain ideas, vacations are just a mere dream.