Waiting To Live

Time, closing in. I can feel it. Every inch towards nothingness, it grows closer, I’m running out of… Time, can you feel it? Grabbing you? Holding you down? Saying you will do nothing, be nothing. Telling you to sit, stay, because you are more comfortable that way. Because it is easier to watch  and wait for some massive thing to come along and sweep you off your seat and into action. But it won’t come, if never does, it never will. Because Time won’t let it. You have to take Time and say, I will stop waiting, I will start doing, I will become this person I’ve been longing to be. And Time, it won’t stop me. Because Time is just what you make of those moments you spend living… or waiting to live.

 

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