Time is my enemy, or so I have declared it to be. Time conspires against me. It keeps ticking and tocking and moving and mocking me. The river keeps running and is never the same. The game is not endless and certainly not mindless although it feels that way.
I have plans, so many plans and the daily minutiae of life creates complex complications that work with time to steal it from me. It is among the most precious resources we have.
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