There's been too many times when I walk in the door from school and see my cat sleeping on the couch. I know that's where he's been all day and I find myself extremely jealous.
I want to sleep, and eat, and not worry about anything at all. Be pet, and loved and fed. And sleep. All the time. It's so simple.
Life is heavy. Just living, everyday, with pressures and responsibilities and deadlines.
And time.
It never stops trudging forward, ever. No matter what.
Even if you really wanted it to.
That's a weird concept.
There's a lot of those, weird concepts.
I guess that's where the value in life comes from though. It wouldn't matter how you spent your time if your time wasn't spendable, wasn't here and then gone. Wasn't losable, waste-able.
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