The to-do list waxes and wanes, swells and shrinks. The to-do list does not get "finished", despite individual items occasionally meeting this state. The urgencies and weights of the to-do list are suggestions only, but suggestions with power. The order of items on the to-do list appears meaningful but is at least 50% arbitrary. Ask not "which item shall I start with?" Start with literally any item. Any one. Even that one, yes. Any is better than none. The to-do list before you is but the projection into this dimension of the full and complete to-do list. No one can know the full and complete to-do list; if it were possible, any person who came to know it would go mad. The full and complete to-do list might be infinite; it is impossible to know. When you die the to-do list will remain, no matter what you do. The to-do list is not god and it is not the devil. It is not an angel or a demon. It merely is. It is not elemental or a force of nature, however; it is constructed. By you. From your life. From your relationship with and understanding of your life. That doesn't mean it owns you or that it even knows you. Does it think it knows you? It doesn't know you. It's got no cause to be talking shit about you. It's a punk. You owe it nothing. But you probably owe some stuff to some people, partly represented on the to-do list, so just beating its ass down is probably not the go-to move, here. On a related topic: the to-do list is not your boss; you are its boss. It is an unruly, disrespectful employee who says shit you really don't want to hear right now but who you cannot fire. It is a problem employee, as are you, FWIW. The to-do list is everything. The to-do list is nothing. The to-do list is honestly probably somewhere in between those extremes. You should stop writing this ridiculous faux-zen bullshit and actually look at your to-do list.