Who’s to Say

The concept of Your Everything leaves you open to judgement and ridicule. It's like at award shows when the winner makes their way up the stage, crying and joyful, and waits for their turn to speak once applause dies down. There's only so many seconds to thank everyone in their life who got them to that point: friends, family, colleagues , etc. and forever after for people to watch an over analyze who the winner deemed worthy of mentioning and who got demoted to broad categories like "for everyone who supported me on this journey'. I could write about my family, or a specific member. I could write about God or some altruistic cause like habitat rehabilitation or UNICEF. I could write about a dog that I don't actually have or I could tie my love to a geographical location. Better yet, I can play the sympathy card and talk about something all consuming that has taken over my life, by proxy making it my everything. I also don't think this serves as a way to glorify an aspect of my life but as a way to ultimately diminish it. One (1) thing can not be my everything. What kind of life is that? Maybe my everything is being contemplative (or difficult depending who you ask). But as I write this my coffee is finally ready so for the next thirty minutes or however long it takes me to finish my drink, coffee will be my everything.