I think a lot, when I'm in the shower.

As I let the bullets of water hit my skin, run down my spine, and fall into the drain, I think.

Sometimes of nothing, sometimes of you.

Sometimes, about everything I've missed that day.

 We miss things and come up with the excuse that we were trying to do something,

to go somewhere, to find whatever it is we're looking for.

In such a hurry, we forget to look at some of the most simply beautiful things.

The flowers blooming, the birds chirping, the dogs running away,

the clouds that compliment the blue sky with it's white and it's dark grey. 

If it wasn't for the constant craving of air, I think we would forget how to breathe. 

We move at such a fast rate we forget what is important to us, and what should be.

A sneaky fog full of self-doubt lingering over our eyelids.

Making us believe that if we don't get to the finish line in time we'll miss out.

It's a deadly habit.

Although, it doesn't burn the lungs like chain smoking,

or murder the liver like alcohol, it is still dangerous. 

We are all hoping to make it somewhere, but what happens when we get there?

When we finally get to that last step, that we've been so focused on.

Finally to the top,

take in that sense of success and relief, look at that beautiful sight, and then what?

I can't live like that.

I was always taught to see the beautiful things that people miss,

the acts of kindness that people overlook, the people we overlook.

Look around you.

This is a beautiful life.

I think a lot while I'm in the shower. I think a lot.