Time. No one has enough of it, not in a day, a week, a month or a year. Where does it go and most importantly can one get it back?
I would often sit around and wonder, ‘my God, I am almost thirty boy where did those carefree afternoons spent relishing in doing absolutely nothing, the long summers that never seemed to end and the smell of soul food coming from Granny’s kitchen go?’
Before I realized Life is what you make of it and that only I can rescue myself, I was pass the point of young adulthood and settling into Adulthood, where things aren’t so simple.
It was starting around twenty-eight, when the heavy questions started to gnaw at me. Do you want children? Do you want to get married? Do you see yourself working here for the long term? What’s your endgame?
I had no answer because I had never thought of those questions because I felt, back then, that I had all of the time in the world.
Now, I am in a constant state of panic; frustrated that things aren’t happening fast enough or that those things should have happened sooner. Why wasn’t I more focused and disciplined? Why didn’t I have more fun? Why did I play it so safe all of the time?
It goes back to before, I thought I had all of the time in the world. Now, I understand that standing still will not slow it down it will keep going the clock will keep ticking.
So, I better get busy.
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