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I lost track of time today

There's 24 hours in a day. That's it. We all long for more time, in some fashion. To spend with a loved one skipping away, to finish that task for work, to be with our children. To say I love you, just once more. To sleep, or rather catch up on it. To read that last chapter before nodding off. 
Somehow, I manage to insert moments of daydreams when I should be focused on the goal ahead. 

I found myself watching Romeo + Juliet, from 1996. I remember watching it, on MTV or VHS. Kids, look that up. Your parents may have these ancient black bricks, ideally filled with birthdays, holidays, family functions. These were before CDs and DVDs and On Demand. 

Life seems to be this... On demand. Instantaneous. Now. We're all fueled by this need to be on, 24/7/365. 
I question this, why? Tomorrow is another day. Do what you can, enjoy life. 

And for tonight, well, this morning, I leave you this... It doesn't fit the time theme, that's OK, but give pause to the lesson. 


Working Perfection

With this little bottle of White-Out

I can erase the worlds’ mistakes

While making up my own


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