Are there truly twenty four hours
in a day? Sixty minutes in an hour?
Seven days in a week? If so, then
why does time march so slowly? Or,
ever so fast? I don't understand how
something as immutable as time can
feel at odds with its very nature?!
I swear, I want to learn to enjoy all
the waking moments in my life and
sleep well the rest. Watch the sun set,
the moon rise, the snow fall, the days
upon days, upon days . . . Funny how
thinking along these lines changes only
after a few days of New Year's resolve.
Still, is there any way at all that I can
learn to enjoy those sixty minutes of
every hour? I'm at the end of my days'
I want to enjoy each and every one of
them. How, oh how, can I make that
happen?! Me thinks resolve isn't enough;
not the whole answer, at least. Help me!
tick tock tick tock tick
time marches leaves me behind
i want to go too
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