TIME

11:29 pm
imagine life in a day
like a butterfly
time
it expands and contracts
it flies
it drags
it runs out
it slips away
it waits for no man
or woman
some waste it
some save it
others kill it
time is all relative
it constantly speeds up
relentlessly gathering momentum
each passing second a diminishing fraction of a lifetime
i think back to those endless summer holidays
six weeks that now seem to pass in a blink of an eye
now there is never enough time
i have become a time glutton
a chrono junkie
no matter how early i get up
i always crave more
i set the alarm for five am
roll out the yoga mat
the sun rises
an hour passes
i tumble out onto the dawn pavement
jog along the river han
to get the blood pumping
by the time i am back and out of the shower
it is well after seven
i grind my beans
brew my coffee
spread my toast
head up to the roof terrace
to spill my thoughts onto paper
to meditate on misty mount kwanaksan
four hours have somehow sped by...
in six years
i have never adjusted to the frenetic pace
of life in this city
and i never will
my slow movements infuriate others
i get in the way
i hold everyone up
no stopping to smell the roses here
not even time to smell the exhaust fumes!
nobody here seems to have any time for themselves
nobody makes time
making time
now there's a phrase
how can you make time?
maybe reclaiming time would be closer to the mark
another facet of the art of living
time for exercise
time for rest
time for work
time for play
time for art
time for creativity
time for reflection
time for learning
time for others
time for self
time for doing nothing
12:06 am