The problem with time is you never really feel it passing. Things that happened years ago can still feel as if they happened yesterday. I still remember each smile, the little crinkles around his eyes, the leaves of vibrant green, the sounds of traffic from the highway, the orange glow from the street lamps, the smell of coffee brewing… it’s amazing how all these little details are still fresh in my mind after all these years.
Time moves so quickly.
You put off doing the things you need to do, only to discover that you already missed the deadline.
You put off visiting a relative because you feel that they’re not going anywhere, only to find out that that relative passed away.
You put off buying a cd of your favorite artist because it’s not practical, only to discover that when you’ve made up your mind to get it, the stores didn’t have it anymore.
You put off telling the people you love that you love them, and when you finally did, they no longer give a damn.
You put off seeing old friends, until you realize that they were already thousands of miles away.
You put off smelling the roses, walking barefoot on the grass, getting wonderfully soaked in the rain, kissing the person you love… until you realize that, the roses have wilted, the grass had dried, the rain had stopped, and the person you love had found someone else.
And you blame time.
When you know you only have yourself to blame.
that’s so true. we onli have ourselves to blame for the things we do…