Words.
How long has it been? There is so much inside...
Post the end of the longest days of my life, it has taken a painfully long time to come back to my usual self. I didn't know things could change so much with just one little alteration... Life, as we know it, ends with the beginning of the days in that small cubicle sized room full of people, and yet a breathing lifeless module; when you lose track of time, even though 'time' essentially becomes everything, what with the lacking of occasions to spend it in quality; failing to create 'moments', everything is just a daily schedule.
Routine! I never liked it. It just kills all you had made up over the several years of your unorganized life. The end of a habit disrupts the primary schedule, so how could 'routine' fix anything!
When weekends are looked forward to, with desperation, with hope... waited for, like never before. You get to create moments; adding quality to the time that flies away even before the 48 hours of the weekends are over. Meeting people, and not just seeing them. Conversations, not just talks. There's so much in those two days. There is so much accumulated over the week, that two days wouldn't ever suffice.
I don't know what do I miss about the time that was... It was perhaps the sheer existence of things that could be done with the time that we had, even if we did nothing with it. It is already a nostalgia!
It was only yesterday...
It is already tomorrow...
Too soon!
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| If only they could give me some time! |
