Getting out of my thoughts and into the moments instead. Each year that has passed, and there’s been many, it seems that I have spent more time thinking about things than simply being aware. Making plans for tomorrow shouldn’t take up so much of today. The clock is unsteady in my perception; in between one glance and another it has either been 10 minutes, or an hour, with no rhyme or reason for such a discrepancy.
I’d think that I was paying attention only to realize that I missed half the tale. Too many moments pass, taken for granted, as time keeps rattling along the rail, while I worry about the next moment.
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