Time is one terrible enemy.
I have these knives in my chest that can’t become words.
This is a special date but that was a special time
We are all hostages of time. We each have the same number of minutes and hours to live within a day, yet to me it didn’t feel equally doled out. My illness brought me such an abundance of time that time was nearly all I had. My friends had so little time that I often wished I could give them what time I could not use. It was perplexing how in losing health I had gained something so coveted but to so little purpose.
I have learned to thank God for what I cannot see, I have learned to trust God with what I cannot.
So why, here and now, in this frozen, useless time, did someone have to make me feel this way?
Time is a created thing. To say, “I don’t have time” is like saying “I don’t want to.
Sounds of Time rattles the silence of Reality. An illusion pierces through similar existence and creates a conflict zone.
Find out your most limiting tasks and deal with them as early as possible. Use a diary, and jot little points of reminder about specific tasks for reference later.
Why do they lie?