I’ve come to the cold conclusion that
Is not the problem.
We sing about our busy lives
And how there’s just not enough time
When really that old worn out melody is just
So often we make the mistake of believing the lie that life is about having so much in it that you’ll need to barter for more time. Living in such a way seems tragic to me.
Time, when disrespected and wasted, is like a scorned woman. She is unforgiving and whatever it is you have allowed her to throw out the window, you’ll never see it again. But when you take care of her, Time is flexible and quite rewarding. It’s all about the choices you make and the priorities you set. You see, it’s not that you’re just too busy. It’s not that there isn’t enough time.
If you’ve cut something out of your life, or simply neglected to give it the attention you say you would like, don’t blame it on Time. She has been readily available to you.
When you become repetitive and foolishly lose your childlike exploration, do not disrespect Time. Simply ‘find the space between fences.’
Adults follow paths. Children explore. Adults are content to walk the same way, hundreds of times, or thousands; perhaps it never occurs to adults to step off the paths, to creep beneath rhododendrons, to find the spaces between fences. I was a child, which meant that I knew a dozen different ways of getting out of our property and into the lane, ways that would not involve walking down our drive.
-Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane
Stay weird, y’all XOXO ❤️