We live in a world where things change so fast that we need to be on a constant run in order to keep up with everything.
I don't know if somehow the hours got shorter, the days no longer have the classical 24 hours as we were taught in school... I can't say what happened to time, but I have the feeling that it is shrinking like an old man.
Today, as I was coming home from work, I realized I was content that another day has passed, but I was sad to acknowledge the fact that I could not say one single thing that "made my day".
Sometimes I like to sit back at the end of the day and see what are the high and the low points of those hours that passed since I got out of bed (with one hand on the coffee mug). And today it was all empty. No high (though I remember laughing today), no low. Just many hours that passed by as I was on the run, never thinking about the present moment, but of what I still have to get done. I lived my day as if it was not mine, as if I could wake up tomorrow and start Wednesday all over again.
I want my high of the day and I want it everyday. Is it so wrong?
Why am I (are we) always on the run? And on the run for what?
3 comments:
Its quiet a deep thought. I ve always wonder while walking ma self .. asking so many question and answering them ma ownself.... watching green leaves blue skies and eventually when i return the shadow changes their color for me .. i wonder what is real the SUN which brighten the picture for me or the dark which put those dark shadows to hide things away from my lens.
we're just two dreamers :)
You a better dreamer. :)
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