Try to imagine a life without timekeeping. You probably can't. You know the month, the year, the day of the week. Yet all around you, timekeeping is ignored. Birds are not late. A dog does not checking his watch. Deer do not fret over passing birthdays. Man alone measures time. Man alone chimes the hour. And because of this, man alone suffers paralyzing fear that no other creature endures.
I remember back in college. It was sometime in the fall I was walking by a Maple tree, Flaming red and tall. And as I passed beneath it, One leaf out of that flame, Fell right into my breast pocket. And I haven't been the same.
I don't want to wake up one day And find out it's too late To do all the things I want to do So I'm gonna pack up my bags I'm never coming back 'Cause the years are passing by And I've wasted all my time.
Someone once said, go too far from home and you will lose your roots Kill too many people and you will forget yourself If you die in battle, your life will sink into the ground like rain and vanish without a trace If at that time you fall in love with someone hope will blossom again from the earth and embrace life with passion
Timepasses. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does. Even for me.