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More Time Please

When I was younger, the wheels of time used to spin slower. The whirring was not as clear and as urgent as when I crossed my 30s. Now nearing the 40s, the spin seems crazy and loud. I am worried that I might gobble up time at a faster rate than I can digest. I liked it slower. There is so much that remains undone!

Like a Kite tightly held captive to the ground I have been flying but have always had a constrained flight. I am yet to break free. Yet to be blown by winds of destiny. I need time for that strong draft of wind to blow my way, blow me away.
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  1. Jerral MilesSeptember 1, 2011 at 9:45 PM

    ...and the imagery in this writing is even more powerful than in the last one. Keep it up.

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  2. MaricrisSeptember 3, 2011 at 1:49 PM

    I love this. More time please. This is also what my mom told me so. She want to live more.

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  3. bailiSeptember 18, 2011 at 5:37 PM

    agree time has learn to fly so fast now

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  4. LASIK The WoodlandsSeptember 22, 2011 at 3:59 PM

    Time does pass faster as you age. I guess the more obligations we have and the less time we're able to spend "smelling the roses" if you will, we find time passing us by.

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