A Messy Priority

Sometimes, I wanna divide my body into two pieces, like an amoeba do or... I wanna call Doraemon to make a one or two copies of me, like he did to Nobita or... I need Albus Dumbledore to give me a time machine, like he did to Hermione Granger. 

There is an unsynchronized system between my brain, my eyes,and my hands. I wanna do this, but I must do that. I wanna do this and that, but I can not do this and that at the same time. Or, I wanna do this first, do that later, but there is no enough time to this first and do that later. There is a unrelated chain between what I really wanna do and what I must do. I am sucked to think what I should do first. I know my priority and I have my own priority list. But at the end, I change the no. 1 in my list to be the no. 5. Of course no. 5 to be no. 2 or even 1. 

God and His angels know that I understand my priority, but my soul can not get in to it. So, I turn to follow what my heart says. I am not a teen, but I may not a woman yet. I haven't had a baby to feed every day. I haven't had a husband yet to take care. I do not have responsibility to please my children and husbands. I have to please my parents and my sister and my brother, of course. But... you know, they can please themselves better than I please them, if they want. I am a single, means not married yet. I am free, but not free at all. Ok, let me think my priority now. What should I do after this.. Can I make a cup of tea first? 

(It is written in a rainy Sunday afternoon.. In my room. The picture above was taken by me from a corner of my favorite cafe.)