We seek to pass the time as if to rid ourselves of trapped discomfort, somehow brought on by the excess of it, rather than cherishing the little we have, blissful in its scarce passage.
We speak of passing time as if it were a leisurely pursuit, but in truth, it passes us too fast to slow and lounge with us. In truth, we must rise and ride, lest we chance falling behind.
I would spend more time on this, but, you know, I havent the time.