The days are never long enough it seems. Why is that? Is it because we are so busy? Is it because we are getting older and are trying to cram so much into our days before we are too old?
I remember the long days of childhood. Wondering what to do next. Being bored. The hours stretching before us.
Now it’s go, go, go. Doing this and that. Filling every waking moment.
It would be nice to slow everything down. To enjoy the day. To have no clocks. No place to be. To let the days flow. Unlimited hours.
Wouldn’t it be nice if we had more time to dream?