from 9/29/16
Time.
Time measures our days, weeks, months, and years. We can’t see it, but it’s always there, keeping track of the passage of our lives. The sun rises and sets, day turns to night, clocks tick. Keeping track.
Time whizzes by when we’re having fun – kissing, laughing, celebrating. Time passes like a kidney stone when we’re waiting, grieving, hurting. But it’s always there, moving ever forward, regardless of how we feel.
We can look back at our memories, and we can make plans for our futures. But all we ever really have is this moment. This one. Right here.
Andnowit’sgonejustlikethat.
We are born. We die. Two dates with a dash in between them. Make the most of that dash, my friends.
Tick-tock.
Tick-tock.