Every Time

I often see people doing things that are beautiful. Physical things affect me more than mental ones--although when I hear a really good poem sometimes I think 'if I spent less time staring at nothing and more time writing poems, I could probably write a really good poem.'

Mostly, it's when I see someone doing a beautiful dance, or the performers in Hephaestus. I think about how much I'd love to be that skilled; how much I'd love to have that kind of grace, of control over my body as they do. Then I think about how much of my life I spend sitting down, lying down, not doing anything to improve myself, and I become ashamed.

The worst part is that even seeing what I want and knowing how I could attain at least part of it, I do nothing.

Sigh.