A/N: Hey guys back with a something different this week, hope you like it!

When the days bleed together into weeks that fly by into months that feel entirely too long and too short at the same time, what do you do?

When your poetry isn't of reading under willow trees on sunny summer days but the slow thrum of the moments in between meetings or homework, what do you do?

When it feels like your time to run wild and free is just you in your room wishing for something you don't quite know of, what do you do?

Aching for more, yet fearing the less, stuck in your head but moving through life nonetheless, what do you do?

If the best your trying doesn't feel like enough because the people on the screen or between the pages of your favorite book are soaring, what do you do?

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Remember that the screen, those pages, that poetry, is nothing but a snapshot of a moment. It may be beautiful or tragic or a simple little thing, but it is not the whole story.

Remember that those days are not just snapshots, but the passing of time in between those moments. The lulls of waiting or driving or doing the things that don't have pretty words to describe them all the time.

Hold on to that wish, that want of more. Let go of the fear, that fear of loss.

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It sounds so lovely doesn't it? Those words telling you to hold on and let go and remember. All flowing together as if it really is that easy.

It isn't.

It's a conscious effort. Every single day. To remember and hold on and let go all at once.

It's impossible to live that every. single. day.

Some days will be more about remembering. Remembering that there is more to the months than meets the eye and in the end we'll hold on to the moments, not the days.

Some days will be about holding on. Holding on to that wish, that want, and using it as fuel to get there, wherever there is, by trying different paths.

Some days will be about letting go. Letting go of the things that hold you back from your truest self, that fear of loss, of failure.

And some days will be about none of those, the ones that slip by because you're too tired. And those days are just as valid as the other ones. Those days are special because you deserve that break. Those days you won't try your hardest and that. is. okay.

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So what do you do?

You do nothing and everything and all of the things in between.

There is no right answer. There are just the questions and what you choose to do with them.

You go through life, trying your best, even if your best that day is not much at all, and you spend your time figuring it out piece by piece. And you have the rest of your life to figure it out.

It's not always going to flow together like poetry, there will be dissonance, there will be melodies, there will be silence.

Your poem can't be of bare feet on the grass on sunny days all the time. Nor can your poem be about the bedrock you hit when you fell all the time.

It will be of everything, the sun and the rock and the dishes you had to do because that's just what life is sometimes.

So don't hold yourself to anything. You don't need to.

You simply are.

And that is enough.

A/N: As with a lot of things in this series in particular, I write about the things that are in my mind. And this piece was born from the general feeling I've had lately of…I'm not sure, a mixture between stagnancy and something else.

So basically I wanted to write something that would remind us all that life isn't perfect and exciting all the time and though we try our best some days will just be meh, or filled with not that much in particular and that is okay. Obviously we should strive for the best but it would take so much out of you to do that every day, some days need to be about nothing.

I hope that at least something in this resonated with you, regardless of where you are in life. Just decided to take some of the mess in my head and put it on paper.

Please Review! I'd love to hear your take on this!

And as always, thanks for reading!

See ya! :)