Lately, I seem to be fighting for more time. Like I’m running against it, constantly trying to get ahead of it, constantly trying to run by it, side by side. We never seem to have enough time on our hands. It seems like we do, only to realize it has slipped through our fingers, escaping us by a mere second.
There are dreamers and there are realists in this world, you think the dreamers would find the dreamers and the realists would find the realists, but more often than not the opposite is true. See the dreamers need the realists to keep the dreamers from soaring too close to the sun. And the realists? Well without the dreamers, they might not ever get off the ground.