there’s a funny thing about time.
we expect too much from it. we punish ourselves for not living hard and fast enough and get disappointed with our own apathy when days turn to weeks and we’re still here.
it’s as if the minutes that make up that imaginary “before” have no worth. a moment of stillness is a missed opportunity. before we grow up, before we go to school, before we get a job, before we have kids. time carries on, but what of wasted time? if we don’t “go” and “do” enough each second we are squandering our youth.
but filling ones time with endless distraction isn’t seizing life’s opportunities.
days turn into weeks and we’re still here.
but we’re still here… time hasn’t killed us yet. and to me, that counts for something.