mislaid

Days of the Week
Piotr Sommer

Tomorrow is Thursday.
If the world meets its obligation,
the following day will be Friday.
If it doesn’t, it could even be Sunday,
and no one will ever guess where our life got mislaid.

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time is man-made. who decided that a new day must start at midnight? i wonder why he/she chose a time when the sky is still dark, when there was no obvious difference between the day before and the day to come? if we didn’t know about the earth revolving around the sun, would the concept of years exist. if the concept of years did not exist, i doubt i’ll realise i’m 2 decades old. (to gauge my age, i guess i would compare my height with people around me and come to the conclusion that i’m 12? haha)

the phrase ‘when i grow up, i want to..’ appear in my conversations often . but i’m beginning to see how absurd this statement is. I’ve grown enough already!!

jh and i had a conversation about how time flies, and he said that time flies when we’re not aware of it. of course, definitely. the thing is, i’m painfully aware. i’m so afraid of the horror stories of lying at my deathbed and regretting the life I lived, so I make myself aware that I might cherish the right things and live properly. i’m so aware, yet time still zooms.

time flies when we’re not aware of it, but awareness doesn’t slow it down. it’s times like these when i really really want to live properly, and do things that matter. truth is, i’m dying (and i say this with the most optimism i can muster).