Time. There never seems to be enough of it to go around, and it always feels like no matter what you do, you're always pressed for it. I've seen great men, whom time befell, and in a matter of time, they became nothing. Men who've had everything they've wanted, wasted away by time. Often its said that we waste time, but in actuality, its time that wastes us. We can never stop or kill time, but it can stop and kill us. Maybe that's why as humans we're so forgetful. If we really truly remembered every instance of time, we'd forever be in the past, and never really take the time to plan for the future. Maybe that's the way time is supposed to go? Who knows?
As usual, sorry for the insane amount of downtime, but last week I was off and away from all things and I didn't take the. . . uh, time to type something out. But here I am back into the swing of things, back at work, back to writing and back to everyday life. That's time for you.
So fitting in with today's incessant theme, here's the mp3 of the day:
Time (To Get It Together) - Marvin Gaye
My mood?
Honestly? I don't know. . .cool picture though. . .
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