Time

A day is over with just sleeping. A week passes like a day. A year is gone in a blink of an eye. Yes. How swiftly time passes — never to return.

As a child, I thought summer is a long time. Now, a couple of decades later, I wake up to a morning with almost half of the year over. Crazy. I can’t seem to have enough time to do the things I want to do.

Makes me wonder if the speed of time is relative to age.

Have you ever felt that you’ve been living a dream? Not because you’re getting everything you’ve always wanted but because you feel like you running towards something that you can’t get to? Reaching out to capture a cloud in your hand?

I feel I’m running out of time.

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