Time is fleeting. It is here one minute and gone the next. But then again, you already knew that didn’t you?

And yet, there is nothing we can do to stop it.

But what if you could? Would you?

What would you do with all the time in the world.

A lot, a little? Would you waste it – that would be a very human things to do.

Would you cherish it- would you wear yourself thin – doing everything you possibly could – that once you’re done with all that scurrying around, that you realize that still have all the time in the world?

How long before depression set in?

How long before you get bored and wish for change?

How long before you start messing with time- in an attempt to get it going again?

Perhaps it’s a good thing that time is fleeting

That the seasons are constantly changing.

This keeps life fresh

It keeps us on our toes.

Forcing us to adapt and change.

For without change – there is decay

And with decay- death is sure to follow.