Sometimes I wish there was an enormous hourglass hanging in
the space around me, trickling down each granule of time passing away in my
life, ebbing into oblivion, dooming my existence. Paranoia would drive me to
waste less time, do more productive work, cross off more items on my to-do
list. I also wish, that time seeping to the bottom would be sifted, leaving behind only sparkly sand, luminescing of wondrous times, with the shingles and stones of failures and sorrows vanished into thin air.
Oh, but then, who would smell the roses? Who would glee at the intricacy
of a spider’s web? Who would be ecstatic about getting it right, finally, after days and months of hard work? Who would remember the exact way you smiled? And who would
reminisce the lovely exchange of meaningless words?Stop.
Slow down.
Stare.
Smile.
