I wish that life could be just a little longer. The days, the hours, sometimes minutes. Or maybe life could only just slow a bit. Sometimes we forget how quickly things can change, be over, quit on us. How fast a life really is. Sure, those sayings about living life to its fullest or cherishing each moment like it’s our last sound perfect and easy and “sure, I can do that.” But really, can you? I know I try to live in the “now.” Think about things in this bubble of the moment, but there seems to always be something standing right outside my now-bubble, with a pin…ready to prick.
I wish that I could let go of things. Regrets, anger, worry. It’s these things that make the time move faster. For some, these feelings lay dormant inside the mind and can be ignored, subdued. But for others, they are much shallower in thought and can push the arms of the clock with such force and determination of making us forget that right here, right now, we are alive. Does anything else really matter?
So for me, I want to stop living in anticipation of some all encompassing cloud of negativity to rain on me. I want to stop waiting for things that may never happen. I want to stop getting my hopes up for things/people/ideas to never “come around.” I want to breathe and sleep and eat and live right now. Because if this is as good as it gets, I want it to be great.
