I can't quite explain how time works.
When I was younger, it felt as if time were never ending.
I could have a list of to-dos and I just knew I'd have oodles of time to complete my tasks.
As I mature, time matures with me.
It is clear that time certainly does end and that I don't possess an unlimited supply of time.
I choose to live my life as simply and sweet as I can.
I have mastered the art of saying, "No."
The only way I mastered that art is by having a history full of ,"Yeses,"
that robbed me of a life full of sweet simplicity.
I have come to realize that I don't have time to always say, "Yes."
I will, hopefully, have time for that in the distant future,
but for now... my life must be full of, "Nos."
Chaos can wait until a day when I don't have little eyes and hearts needing my attention.
That day will come quickly enough. There isn't an endless supply of time.
My time will eventually run out.
I want it to be filled to the brim with kindness, gentleness, and patience-
those things that will surpass the hands of time.