time scares the shit out of me.
today is tomorrow is yesterday is last week is last year. so much is dictated by appointments and meetings and calendars and holidays and workdays and deadlines and eight to fives and fuckmerunning it is already three.
it is not so much as killing time as killing our lives. our bodies are just ticking time bombs. ticktickticktick until the battery runs out. our excuse is always that there isn't enough.
there is never enough time. i would, but i can't fit it in my schedule. i can't spare five minutes, i have too much to do.
yet, we have all the time in the world. we have the rest of our lives. every day. every minute. every single millisecond is the beginning of our life. it is always new. it is always fresh. until - we reach the end.
seven minutes gone, and a lifetime still to go.
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