O that time is the foulest criminal of all.
Time, whom is the rankest rogue, man's most fearsome foe.
He is far greedier than mortal man,
His only true possession being an insatiable hunger.
Hunger not for our objects, but for that which we grip with white knuckled hands,
That which continues to slip and slide,
As relenting as the tide.
Time, that lets us live, while robbing us of life.
That's really roughly written, so I know I'll probably read it tomorrow and find a million corrections to make. But it kinda sums up my feelings on the fact that I'm 16, and already I feel as though I'm entering a mid life crisis! I lay awake at night fearful of the fact that time is constantly passing, that years are slipping by faster and faster, that I am helpless to stop it, and of that fact that one day, I will have no time left. None at all.
So I want to do something really worthwhile with my life! I'm just not sure what yet.
Time, whom is the rankest rogue, man's most fearsome foe.
He is far greedier than mortal man,
His only true possession being an insatiable hunger.
Hunger not for our objects, but for that which we grip with white knuckled hands,
That which continues to slip and slide,
As relenting as the tide.
Time, that lets us live, while robbing us of life.
That's really roughly written, so I know I'll probably read it tomorrow and find a million corrections to make. But it kinda sums up my feelings on the fact that I'm 16, and already I feel as though I'm entering a mid life crisis! I lay awake at night fearful of the fact that time is constantly passing, that years are slipping by faster and faster, that I am helpless to stop it, and of that fact that one day, I will have no time left. None at all.
So I want to do something really worthwhile with my life! I'm just not sure what yet.
