we're always thinking it only happens in the books or in the glossy backdrop of a movie screen, or to someone who's a friend of a friend of our friends. we're always trying to compromise circumstance by justifying that there's going to be 'still some time left'. there's no need to rush--there's the next twenty-four hours right there, swiveling around the corner. or that there's about 2 short years to wait til' you stand up, pack your bags and really start living without the world dictating that it's better to be practical than to be idealistic. that it's the people who have a 3-months-worth-of-work of a handbag who are happier and content than those who are just simply happy, period. we're always thinking that bridges won't suddenly collapse under our feet, that the car will take us to the destination unscathed, or that we will keep waking up to a brand new day.. but it rarely is the case. we fail to realize how much of a fragile thing our lives really are.
and it's not just because i'm Wishful this Wednesday. it's probably one of the things people don't quite ask for but really need. it's something we all need.
time.
