16 June 2010
Time is unkind to those who are weary of it. To those who value every speck of an hour, use it up to its full capacity and pray to the Father of Time for some more. There are never enough minutes for those who relish in the moment. Then it’s awfully kind to those who remain idle and stagnant. It spreads itself out through space and goes by slowly, with tiny tiptoes around the clock. And then there is me, who is idle and stagnant in her ways, yet wants to devour every minute of the day trying to muster up the courage to live. The days go by slowly and suddenly the week is over before the next day is. I keep waiting for opportunities to miraculously transpire but time is running out. It’s time to manage whatever is left of my days and make my feelings known to him.