Why can't I ever finish a latte?

From day to night I keep changing. Never sticking to something is rather bad. Taking into account, my life is never constant and things usually not finished. My shelf filled with half read books, boxes full of half written diaries, half sketched drawings..half knitted sweaters,half written thoughts, half thought thoughts ..wait..what..Today, I am in the 90's, tomorrow 50's, and I keep drifting through decades in my individual made up world. Is it good, is it bad..I can not identify as you might have guessed. Metamorphosis that is all. tumblr photos