Time…a concept that everyone is quite indecisive about. Something that no one could ever seem to decide
if we had to much of it or too little.
When in a class we did not like, or on a dating with surely the most
boring person in the world, or a slow day at work it always seemed like we had
too much. But on the contrary when
spending time with a person we loved, or rushing from one appointment to
another, it seemed we had just the opposite.
And that right there was the predicament I had thought I was in. Angry, because I swore time was what kept my
and Alex (the one person I truly cared about) apart so much. But the more I began to access the situation,
I realized though at some moments it may seem like we do not have enough time,
I feel that we all have limited time for a reason. That reason is the teach us how to prioritize
out time and also to help us figure out what and who is important in enough to
take up the little time we all actually do have. With that being said I came to the painful
conclusion that time wasn’t the issue in my relationship, the real issue was
that the person I care most about choose not to make time for me.
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