These days that pass.
Time flies, what a peculiar expression. It really should be ‘time flees’ or perhaps ‘time hides’. I say this because I have once again taken notice of its elusive nature, how this particular creature will sprint on its tip-toes when you have your back turned.
If it happens once it’s happened a dozen times. Leisure sports an enticing distraction whilst time is running in the opposite direction. We all take notice of such it eventually, mainly because the head-start the rest of the world seemingly enjoys pushes us to a hysterical frenzy of ‘catching up’. The problem is there is little or no imminent point or goal for me to reach save for the self-appointed deadlines which grow lax with every passing day.
I feel like I’m in quicksand here; every move I make sinks me a little deeper. It’s got to the point where I am telling myself “I’ll do it later” over things that really shouldn’t even require motivation, even writing this post feels like an arduous task.
I guess this is the price I must pay for being too idle for too long’.