Measuring our days...

We run out of it; there never seems to be enough. It goes too fast, too quick. We gage our lives by how we spend it, and by what we do with it. Sometimes it drags on and sometimes it feels as if it doesn't even exist. We punch the clock, we complain and compare, we long for more. It sits as the ultimate measuring stick--moment by moment we watch it pass, sometimes in the blink of an eye, and sometimes at a snails pace.
But the great thing about it is this: We all have the same amount, we all are granted no more or no less than the next person. its this concept of time. The idea that there aren't enough hours in the day. We get too much sleep... or more often too little. All the while watching the minutes pass and more often than not, hitting the snooze button, hoping the minutes last a little longer.
We take long walks and we share moments of excitement. We stand in each others arms hoping that the moment won't pass, that time will stand still. These are the moments where we wonder where the time went. Why couldn't it slow down, why does it feel so... so... short.
The second hand ticks away, minutes turn to hours, hours to weeks... before we know it, we are in another time and another place wondering where it all went. Yet in the same instant we dream of visions of the future, how we can't wait to get there, to experience the joy we long for and dream of.
Its funny, this concept of time. We are guided by the watch on our wrist, the clock by our desk, and how long it may take to get to point B. We rush through this life longing for connection, but almost afraid to enjoy it... afraid to take it all in. And if we do... we're almost always criticized for enjoying the moment -- that is without rushing to experience the next.

The most interesting thing about this is: I look in the mirror as a write this.