Time

It’s been two weeks already. Nineteen days actually.

If you think about it, that’s 456 hours. Or Twenty Seven Thousand Minutes. 27,360 to be exact.

Plenty of time to get things done. But I’ve pretty much done nothing at all.

What I didn’t realize was that time hadn’t just crept past me. Nope, it waltzed right by me, shoved me with its elbow, gave me the finger, and then proceeded to calmly hail a cab and hightail out of town.

And what was I doing throughout all that? Well, I just sat there and thought about the purpose of life.

Ah yes, absolutely zen-like, if I dare say so myself.