Time

Time has always been in short supply for me. Although I enjoy making friends, time has never been my friend, and likely never will be. I persistently try to squeeze a 25-hour day into the standard 24 hours, but it stubbornly refuses to concede every time, time after time. Time is the bane of my existence. It forces me to make choices—choices that I do not want to make. Choices that make me choose between having a cake and eating it, between Disneyland and Neverland.

I wrote this little snippet for a personal essay of mine, but ultimately realized that I couldn’t use it. I was pretty happy with it, though, so I thought I’d share it.