So Much to Do So Little Time.

I have so much to do in so little time!
I have to read more philosophy. I loved reading philosophy (when I did). It was brain-scrambling but it gave me more to think about, in less time... If I had read Kant's ethics eight years ago instead of four, it would have saved me a lot instead of rationalizing ethics with my own effort.
He sums it up, one has ethics because one is free to do everything. And therefore, the law is of the rational thinking.

And then, I stop reading philosophy and I stumble in my daily life. And I stumble. And I don't know where the idea of morality came from. I had forgotten.
Being me, I forget the most basic things, and hold on to the very details of events in my life. That's being me.

I have so much to do in so little time. I have so much to think about and resolve before it's too late. I feel that the years get shorter. I get older. I need to feel safe before I die. I need to feel as if my eyes see in more than one direction, or else it's wasted time. And after that, comes the nothing.

My life is the time for me to make the choices.
I die, and then people make them for me. They burry me, and visit me (maybe), and talk about me in a certain way (maybe). Or forget me.