Time is a funny thing.
It flies by, drags on, vanishes...
It flits, it floats throughout the days and years...
And it has to be managed carefully, otherwise it will take control of your life, one way or another.
My Grandpa used to say, "Everyone has 24 hours in a day."
So true.
But time does not pass at a steady pace during those 24 hours.
It always present, always noticed.
Time is not always a comfort, though.
Too much or too little is often the case.
"Time" is something that has not been a comfort to me for a long, long while.
But I can see it on the horizon.
I can see it coming when, perhaps just for a season, I will have "time".
And it will bring me comfort and rest and a moment to value those around me.
It flies by, drags on, vanishes...
It flits, it floats throughout the days and years...
And it has to be managed carefully, otherwise it will take control of your life, one way or another.
My Grandpa used to say, "Everyone has 24 hours in a day."
So true.
But time does not pass at a steady pace during those 24 hours.
It always present, always noticed.
Time is not always a comfort, though.
Too much or too little is often the case.
"Time" is something that has not been a comfort to me for a long, long while.
But I can see it on the horizon.
I can see it coming when, perhaps just for a season, I will have "time".
And it will bring me comfort and rest and a moment to value those around me.
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