And The Days Go By

Time is comfortable. That's why I make it a point to find each room's clock and yet another to keep my cell phone in a reachable pocket. I don't know who said "you can't stop tomorrow from coming," but I live by it. No matter what, another 9 hours (at the most) will find me asleep, and another 24 will bring me to Tuesday's 4:37. I like that a full rotation of the hour hand always means one more has passed, and that adding 7 to any date puts me a week ahead. No matter what.

Time can fly or inch along... My life seems long to me, but short to my parents and even shorter to my grandparents. Multiple high school due dates arrive so quickly that sometimes I choose to bypass a few; however, the end of sophomore year seems at least a lifetime away, give or take a couple weeks.

I believe time's overall comfort comes from its guarantee. Even though deadlines are worrisome and the life I've left to live gets shorter by the second, I can rest in the fact that everything ticks and tocks. No batteries to remove, no plugs to disarm. 60 seconds make a minute, 60 minutes an hour, 24 hours a day, and seven of those? Yep.

I mostly like that while time is the center of so many worries, time in itself proposes nothing to worry about.