Time
There’s not enough, is there?
One day, time went too slow, but that was ages ago. Now time just seems to go and go and go. As you age, the pace of time also tends to grow.
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One day it’s a slow and steady flow, but before you know it’s faster than a murder of crows, and then it’s faster than you can get ready for the show, faster than you know how to row, faster than you can turn off the faucet before the water overflowed, faster than you can run along the road, faster than you can decrypt the code, too fast for you to even touch the bomb before it explodes.
But that’s just time. It can be so fast it feels like a crime, so fast that you can’t come up with the next rhyme, so fast that you fall while trying to rush the climb. But you still doom scroll, you still keep hating your own soul, you still stay in a job you hate, you still hate yourself over your own weight, you still think happiness comes from other people and a big estate.
If time is really going too fast for you to become a big hit, too fast for you to get a permit, too fast for you to get the bit, too fast for you to get fit, too fast for you to hit “submit,” if time is going too fast for you to understand that you don’t need any of those things for the flame of happiness to be lit, then why are you wasting it?
