Somewhere Between Busy and Alive

What do you wish you could do more every day?

I wish I could slow down…

Not in the dramatic, sell-everything-and-move-to-a-mountain kind of way.
Just… slow down enough to notice the bits of life that don’t shout for attention.

Because the truth is, life has a funny way of slipping past while you’re busy doing the important things.
Work. Responsibilities. The never-ending to-do list that seems to breed overnight like gremlins in the sink. 

And before you know it, the day is done,
and you’re left wondering where it actually went.

I wish I could spend more time in those small, quiet moments.

The ones that don’t look like much from the outside…
but somehow feel like everything when you’re in them.

Sitting with a good book from the top of that ever-growing pile,
getting comfy, and just disappearing into it for a while. 

Or standing outside with a camera in hand,
trying to catch the moon before it decides it’s had enough of being admired. 

Or even just sitting in the shed, tinkering with something that doesn’t really need fixing…
but fixing it anyway, because it gives your mind somewhere quiet to land. 

I wish I could be more present.

Not half here, half somewhere else.
Not thinking about what’s next, or what I should have done yesterday.

Just… here.

Because if life has taught me anything, it’s that it’s fragile.
Painfully, beautifully fragile.
And it doesn’t wait for you to catch up. 

There’s no pause button.
No rewind.
No “I’ll get to it later” that actually guarantees you will.

I wish I could do more of the things that make me feel human.

Write more.
Notice more.

Appreciate more.

Tell the people I care about that I care about them —
not just assume they know.

Laugh a bit louder.
Breathe a bit deeper.
Let the world be what it is, without trying to wrestle it into something it’s not.

Because at the end of the day…

It’s not the big moments we miss.

It’s the small ones we never made time for.

So I suppose the real answer is this:

I don’t wish for more hours in the day.

I just wish I used the ones I’ve got…
a little better.

Stay safe
BC

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About Bob W Christian

Bob W Christian has been writing poetry for more than 20 years. He started as a way to help to process his thoughts and emotions as an autistic man, and to address the impact of CPTSD. As he wrote, and slowly gained the confidence to share his poems, he was given incredibly positive feedback, which spurred him to write more. During that time, he has written six books, and had numerous guest publications in books and magazines around the world. His work has earned several accolades recently, including recognition in the Dark Poet’s Club 2025 competition. Alongside poetry, Bob enjoys photographing nature and birds, and is often praised for his keen eye behind the lens. A husband, father and grandfather, he regularly shares his observations, reflections and creative work through his personal blog, The Ramblings of Bob Christian.

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