As evening rolled down over the mountains today I was struck by the oncoming close of yet another summer day and the way time rushes past us in a swirling, breathtaking, arbitrary blast. It never gives us the chance to say, “Wait, something big is happening, and I am afraid I’m missing it”. It is a locomotive screaming towards the station, puffing wildly, no holds barred, hang on for dear life, did you see that ride, and we are to adjust at breakneck speed or be crushed on the tracks. People around me are growing up, growing old, growing weary, getting lost, enduring disease, and dancing in the rain for reasons about which I am unaware, because I have simply been too busy to ask. Desperate to know, but crashing through every day with barely time to stop the hiccups, thinking that if I let one plate stop spinning, life as I know it will go tumbling into a ravine of disorganized underachievement, and if that happens I will be wasting one of the most precious gifts we are given. Time. So the question becomes - are we wasting time when we are doing nothing but relishing the fact of life, or are we wasting time when we are accomplishing what we have deemed important?
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