I want to write about a lot of things, but why does time not permit me?

I know that was a very long title. So many things had happened the past few days. I guess, that’s what life is – so many things happen in your life, you don’t write about it, it gets buried somewhere deep inside your subconscious – that is, until that certain day that you either remember it out of nowhere or someone reminds you of it.

Let me just start with time –

I have a big issue with time. Time is a big pain in the ass. Time is a sadistic life-sucking brutal entity that hounds my days. I’ve always felt I’ve never really had time to do what I want to do. It’s just that the time is never enough for everything. Time management? I know, I know. In an ideal world, there would be no such thing. There would be no time. (Or maybe I would be the best in time management? That’s for another discussion.)

In addition, time also makes me grow old. As time passes, I’m one more day closer to turning another year. I’m also one more day closer to death. It would be really awesome if I could be in Neverland and maybe learn a new skill like swimming or talking to mermaids. Or I could be a vampire – just never grow old. And I don’t mind being a nocturnal creature as long as I’m a sizzling hot lady. I’m blabbing.

I am grateful though, that right now I have some extra time, thus taking advantage of it to write. So prepare your feeds! (Not that I’m gonna write gazillions. I just really wanted to point the “time” thing.


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