You are the one who gives me purpose.
You are the one who makes me smile.
You are the one you makes me laugh.
You are the one who picks me up when I am down.
You are the one who makes sure I am okay.
You are the one who speaks for me when I cannot.
You are the one who protects me.
You are the one who supports me.
You are the one.
Winning isn’t everything
But it sure is nice on occasion
Time is the tell all.
Time will tell if you love someone or if someone loves you.
Time will tell if you are going to get well or if you are going to die.
Time will tell if you will get through a problem or if you have to walk away from it.
Time will tell if you can forgive someone or if you can never let it go.
How much time do you have left?
And how much time are you wasting?
What exactly are we all racing for?
Why are we all in such a rush?
What is “the end”?
Are we racing to finish the Boston Marathon?
Will that be then end, when we cross the finish line?
Or does that mean we have conditioned ourselves for the next run?
Are we racing to finish that project at work?
Will that be the end, when we finish the project?
Or does that mean we are ready for another one?
Are we racing to get married and start a family?
Will that be the end, when we have the 2 children and the white picket fence?
Or does that mean we are ready to get the dog and the cat too?
Are we racing to get that house in the best part of town?
Will that be the end, when we have the best of the best?
Or does that mean we will move when something better comes along?
Are we racing to get that new car before the neighbor does?
Will that be the end, when we have the shiny new Corvette in the garage?
Or does this do only until the neighbor gets the new Porsche?
When did life become such a race?
A race to be bigger and better and have more than others.
A race that makes us tired and bitchy and appreciate nothing.
Yes, nothing, until is it gone.
Slow down, breathe, relax.
Be satisfied with what you have.
Then you will have won the race.
Then it will be over.
Then you will be bigger and better and have more than others.
I went on a quest for answers and was met with more questions. I was in a quandary. Don’t quibble over such nonsense everyone quacked. I quelled the crowd and quickly everyone became quiet.
Soon I was quarantined and the quietude quenched my thirst for peace. Very quaint. At a quarter past noon the first quadrant was gone. My time was quantified.
I started to feel queasy as though I had taken a qaalude. Quite frankly, I’d had enough and I quit.