Not Really Enya

” Who can say where the road goes,
Where the day flows, only time?
And who can say if your love grows,
As your hearth chose, only time? ” – Only Time

But I’m not hitting a cheesy tone here.
 I was just thinking about TIME…
Am I racing against it? Or am I letting it pass me by?
It excites me, the same way that it frightens me.
The abundance of idleness bores me… but I still say; “how I wish to have more time”
I’m sure you have heard many people say… “It will all come in time” but when do we exactly when is that time?

I know… I’m confusing myself, I know.

I may not be utilizing my time wisely (Am I not?) At least I know I’m spending it as gift to those who needs it, more thankful to those appreciate it. I think that makes my time worth it…

I’m sorry if I waste your time…

” Time is the most undefinable yet paradoxical of things; the past is gone, the future is not come, and the present becomes the past even while we attempt to define it, and, like the flash of lightning, at once exists and expires. ” ~Charles Caleb Colton