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?
